| The meek shall inhieret the earth
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| Thats what the bible says
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| I need it.
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| Walk like a giant
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| Talk like a tyrant
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| Faith of a mustard seed destined for a thriump
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| David or Galaith
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| Hate me or admire
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| Kush burns slow as I chase my desire
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| Embrace my empire
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| Batta boy eat fire
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| Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite
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| Will I get to heaven? |
| turn a song 27
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| Lord knows when I see this monkey I’m gon be the devil
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| Be him cause I’m clever
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| Beat him at whatever
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| You never was a G nigga unit aint even togetha
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| New york’s unified down south love dat
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| When we get to shine? |
| muthafuckas where the love at?
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| Real niggas gettin money betta log on
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| Think da games dead now? |
| imagine when ya dogs gone
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| Imagine when this song gone
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| When ya phone off, there’s only one to call on
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| I mean if I die today
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| I could honestly say, thank you, Lord
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| Thank you, Lord, thank you, Lord
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| I’m bigger than a title, bigger than a name
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| You could label me the biggest label in the game
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| Put food on the table, fed the whole city
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| Tell me who be the fool if the Feds come get me
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| Better years are better when you call it trendsetter
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| The world so cold hope you got a lil' sweater
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| Caught a lil case but he had a lil' cheddar
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| Planned out the 15, poured his life in a letter
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| Very first line he called, trick daddy stupid
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| Say he got aids, tellin' people that it’s lupus
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| Not the one just to jump to conclusions
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| I’m gettin' money, small talk can be a nuisance
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| Broke chains, reminiscent to them nooses
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| Sittin' on deuces, new land cruisers
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| Who the fuck you callin' losers, you niggas losin'
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| Look like you could use us
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| When I bought my first Run DMC vinyl
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| And my first 2 Live Crew cassette
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| I woulda cried if I knew I would be where I’m at today
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| Took me 40 minutes to walk there to buy it
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| Call ya boy, A C.O. |
| but if I really was
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| When all these niggas undercover, fuckin' niggas up
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| Keep it trilla, nigga never had a gun and badge
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| Kept a nice, watch smokin' on a hundred sack
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| Back in the day, I sold crack for some nice kicks
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| Skippin' school, I saw my friend stabbed with a ice pick
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| Young nigga 15 with 3 C’s
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| From that very day I carried on the 3 C’s
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| Can’t criticize niggas tryna get jobs
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| Better get smart, young brotha live yours
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| Only live once and I got 2 kids
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| And for me to feed them I get 2 gigs
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| I shuffle shit, I ceo so we can bow our head
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| And pray over the meatloaf
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| I’m lookin' at the big picture
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| Keep a bitch with cha, tryna get a bit richer
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| I remember prayin' for, for me to just get the
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| The opportunity to just get a record deal
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| And now I sign artists
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| Thank you, lord |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Valley Of Death , by - Rick Ross. Song from the album Deeper Than Rap, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп