| Back when breakfast was a bag of chips
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| Between mom and dad, the sadest trips
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| A young man who had a wish, to have a platinum disc
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| My parents gave life, the streets gave a family
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| And with the damage in my life, the streets saved my sanity
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| Was in a room where the dog would shit and piss is where we slept
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| And soon it was all hit or miss and unfair regrets
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| No one ever gave a helping hand or ever showed remorse
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| And dear ol' dad left us with a tab, we had to pay the cost
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| Of course there wasn’t any helping relatives to lend
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| A hand or a plate of food
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| We broke and they like, «Q stay in school»
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| Couldn’t play the rules, had to find another way
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| So while my brother played, I strayed away to get a j
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| And brighten mothers day
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| I brought the storm cause I was born and raised in ignorance
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| And with an alcoholic step dad, who gives a shit
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| In the end it all boils down to one thing
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| Q-Unique the diamond in the ruff, now watch the son bling
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| Hook: (2x's)
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| These… streets test ya, Q-Unique under deep pressure
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| Wisdom speaks, who needs a lecture
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| My soul dark coal, compressed and skuffed
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| I guess strivin ain’t enough for the diamond in the ruff
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| Now I know lots of people in high places
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| But that doesn’t equal my career spotted in the right spaces
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| I talk it up with legends and laugh it up with favorites
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| The momment passes up and then I gotta hit the pavement
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| No man’s responsible for another man’s path
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| But in other camps I see other man’s increasin' other man’s math
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| A question of loyalty or a question of greed
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| And if I question the authority they won’t let Q lead
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| Cats hold on to they spots like a nigga’s gonna rob ‘em
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| Like the world’ll pass ‘em up and what they did ‘ll get forgotten
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| And I had brothers backs from the beginning
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| Always showed support, and always celebrated when a brother man was winning
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| And I played the background for too long
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| WWF put the Smack Down in a true song
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| Adds to the pressure when I’m rhymin' in the cut
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| Motherfuckers is threatened by the diamond in the ruff
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| And the struggle goes on
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| But not without the help of friends who’s friendship
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| I’m defending to the end
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| And even after then
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| If I should see the gates of heaven ahead of you
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| I’m makin' sure that shit is right for you rather than someone instead of you
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| Yo Swel, you my heart dog, thanks for always being there
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| Through the ups and downs, you was the one who’s always seeing clear
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| Legs put me on revamped the Rock Steady name
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| When I started out he helped a nigga get a little fame
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| You was there homie on the day of my seeds birth
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| And the girl Eka told me that Q should lead first
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| Ill Bill you believed and co-signed
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| Saw skill dropped green so we both shine
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| And dreamed of the gold rhyme
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| And even when some spoke against it
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| Ya proved to me that it was more than beats and rhymes and it was all a
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| friendship
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| So many names I could say this time ain’t enough
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| Here’s a thanks if you deserve it from the diamond in the ruff |