| Police stay infiltrating
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| But us black folks really infiltrating our damn self you know what I’m saying?
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| So we just gotta roll with the punches
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| And be prepared for anything come along our way, you know?
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| I had it hard I remember it all, mane
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| No need to purp, I had to work a proper plan
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| Because my mama, she was workin' and cookin' and doin' it all
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| Washin' my cloths, cleaning my nose, scrubbin' the floor, scrubbing the walls
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| She said «whatever you do with your life, just do it properly
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| And maybe one day you own your own business and buy some property»
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| My momma schooled me with the game oh yes she laced me
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| So all them sheisty suckers up in the town, they couldn’t fade me
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| Still can’t, I clock bank, I’m potent like a spliff
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| You know why? |
| Because the good lord gave me the gift
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestickmaker
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestickmaker
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| You know the rhyme
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| How would I rap, how would I rhyme?
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| How would I get me some peace of mind?
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| I’m thanking the lord, I’m having a
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| For pulling this shit that I pulled before
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| Laughing and gaffing at criminal minded
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| Federal agents follow me 24/7, I pop my spot but they can’t find it
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| And they’re so mad cause I’m shaking em, breaking em, taking em, yes I’m swift
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| You know why? |
| Because the good lord gave me the gift
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| A butcher, a butcher, a candlestickmaker
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestickmaker
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| You know the rhyme
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| Chilling in home like a zone, reminding myself of Al Capone
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| Cause soon as some drama comes up in my face, I’m telling you nigga it’s on
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| And the lad the young ones
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| Slanging and banging and hanging out on the turf, don’t be the sprung one,
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| the dumb one
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| Who follow the leader? |
| You be the leader so we can achieve what goal be
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| Cause I tell you my brother there’s nothing as good as keeping your ass off
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| parole
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| You gotta do what you got’s to do, you gotta hustle
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| Just remember the circumstances brother, life is just like a puzzle
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| I’m dropping something that you can relax your mind to
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| It ain’t no ratatatat, you go with the gat, I roll with the Ragtop crew
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| Just a gang of the riggidy rap so we can lift up out of the five-o face
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| And tell them that the Good Lord gave me the gift
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestickmaker
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Whatever
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| I don’t know what you can do
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| Whatever it is make sure it’s good for you
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| A butcher, a baker, a candlestickmaker
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| You know the rhyme
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| He gave me
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| The gift, the gift to sang
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| He gave me
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| The gift, the gift to sang
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| To do my thing whenever I want
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| To sing I’m sorry, make things go right
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| Oh yeah, yeah yeah yeah
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| Listen to this
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| He gave me the voice to sang
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| (I'm tryna control my scene, it’s me and my friend in the room cloudy)
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| Oh yeah
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| The same way 4-Tay is doing his thang
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| (He gave me the gift to spit, the gift to keep the crowd rowdy)
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| He gave me the voice to sang |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Gift , by - Rappin' 4-Tay. Song from the album Don't Fight The Feelin', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп