| Yo EL and 10 killin 'em, 3 killin nem
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| You thought we broke up and we were just reassemblin'
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| Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin'
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| The villa on some classic shit like vans emb-e-lems
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| It’s the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club
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| That you can’t wear ya denim in
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| Freakin' da rhyme til every line ends with a *din-in-in*
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| You don’t wanna romp and stomp in Timberlands
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| Shouts to my nigga Killigan
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| And all of my peeps that rep more D then 12 Eminems
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| Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
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| Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan
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| Sounds similiar — I’m not feelin 'em
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| Get the balls like Venus in Wimbeldon
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| While I’m in them fly whips five-wheelin' 'em
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| On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins
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| Still here
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| Still here never left just switched the style up
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| Came through made moves still get the crowd up
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| Its our time «D"time nigga ya times up
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| Get riled up for the Reunion
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| EL killin nem, Dilla killin nem
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| Maybe we could hook up again back wit Ten and them
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| Together again with all forces on some Fantastic Four or Four Horsemen
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| Cant do it without ya crew boy
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| Guess who boy, comin through wit two boy
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| Nobody but us that rap in a clutch
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| Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch
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| Some couldn’t feel our style or feel our flow
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| Never talked our slang never walked our road
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| All they know is these niggas is tainted
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| Don’t know about those rovers that candy painted
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| We’ve been mis"ed, miscon-screwed (construed),
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| Misunderstood, and over used
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| So we take this time to set the record straight
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| Critics get the dic’it we did it anyway
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| Now you hear our raps wit Dilla and you all on our team
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| Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he scheme
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| See! |
| We still got love where was you at at?
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| Just 'cause a nigga go solo think we turned our backs
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| Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that
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| But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga
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| Yo Ten kill’n em, 3 kill’n 'em
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| You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did
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| I wrote a that I recited it was hot
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| But I had to rewrite 'cause I thought we was united and we not
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| But though all the love that I got for you
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| Parna I picked apart ya words and I’m shocked in them interviews
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| Of been accused of not caring
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| When the city threw your furnture out
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| Its not fair when I’m learnin about
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| How stress you fell in a article
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| Forget a rhyme I’m just as real when I talk to you
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| And you know that we share Kodak moments
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| I wish we could go back
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| But don’t act like you wasn’t bug’n out like a phone tap
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| Chase’n cars in the street
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| I saw you throw a part in the sink
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| Then after hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down?
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| Even though niggas told me you was gon' clown
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| But I tried you didn’t know I cried
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| When I saw you wildin at the State Theater
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| Near the door by the side
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| Throw you in the trunk and find a preacher for you
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| Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you
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| Sink’n fast in the deepest soil
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| Ya parents finally got you some help
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| You came out seeming normal and
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| I heard you on medication
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| Had a illness you couldn’t heal with herbs and meditation
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| And believe me; |
| Me and T3 kept it low
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| Don’t take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love ya
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| But watch the company you keep
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| Swearing niggas don’t care, but they love you in the streets
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| Get ya mind right nigga… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reunion, artist - Slum Village. Album song Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit), in the genre Поп