| Me and A, used to kick it, first floor in the lobby I
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| Tossing the boulders till my mom called see you tomorrow
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| See in the law we was all we got
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| Heard a nigga got shot, for double cross claws flipping the raw
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| I never saw me an A ending that way
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| Thought we was poor, had it all upstairs
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| Feeling prepared for future endeavors
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| 2 of them brothers, mulla and chedar
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| And after dark weather, we remained together
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| A sabotage who’s never ever been questioned
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| But once them sands get us a law of pleasure
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| Give us a minor scent we ignore the 5 percent older
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| Had my content, forever, to chase Benjamin faith
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| Any mean dream, triple bean scheme
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| Ski mask a thief fiend, the chain, the cash register is ding
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| Entice, the way you like, found a 10 pound box, pay the price
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| He didn’t listen, he’d be working while I’m telling this stuff
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| Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit
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| Fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you
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| Father forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit
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| High-school's a different school yo, A a different dude dog
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| Handshakes become what’s up with you nods
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| Nods become blank stares, I fear, somebody’s in his gears
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| A went from dirt poor to fresh designer wares, ah
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| My nigga’s tripping, pull him aside, look in the eyes to catch a glimpse and
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| Nothing close to recognition, I sense distance
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| Different night an day, used to play, hide and seek
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| Now seek and hides, he disguise the nigga I
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| Used to know, choose to blow, over code, we agreed to appow
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| Saw your brothers in the cuffs, yo
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| You ain’t have to sell, sell your soul, trap a cell
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| Sells the cold, hell as hot, heaven knows, been to palm rose
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| Once or twice, roll the dice, play the cards, win a 4
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| 10 below, tryna put more than a loaf on the stove
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| Drove a nigga to the street, frozen moments on the beat
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| Til they lay me down to sleep
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| From elementary homie to he don’t even know me
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| Be in the same room, not even the peace coby, hold the peace kobe
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| Look in his eyes belly the beast hold me
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| Streets control me, so he written on his grill still
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| Wish I could of made him chill, only for a still moment
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| For he got the willpower to kill Shawty
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| Yeah do called her a bitch and shit
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| Got out of line, but if you wouldn’t have left the play through the mitts,
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| avoid time
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| Ain’t no rewinding or going back to tossing the bomb
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| No mamas call see you tomorrow, the warning sign
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| Could have read him, could have fed him, some of the darts are mine
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| This blocks, all seeing the leader the blunt the blunt beat enough
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| Reading the rights yeah, only rights to cuffs
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| Or in the prime box, dust to dust
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| As you puff puff pass, or pour glass
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| In memory of those who passed
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| I think of A at last
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| It’s d world dat I live in
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| God forgive me for the sin I’m about to commit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Devils Clutches , by - Reks. Song from the album Eyes Watching God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп