| Remember Tabitha Smith
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| That’s been my hard on since the fifth grade
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| Used to tell me nigga get paid
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| So we could be chillin'
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| Knew she’d be a millionaire
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| Feelin' 'em squares, stayin' up late
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| Doing her homework
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| Till he bones hurt
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| Solid as steel
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| Real as a day of atonement
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| Never live for the moment
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| That’s why suckers they couldn’t bone shit
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| Fool that body’s a temple
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| Plus her older brothers just might lynch you
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| If you slippin'
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| Dreams of tinted windows in a benz-o
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| Graduated valedictorian, still smokin' indo
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| She was a whiz though
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| And I admire it
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| Finished up grad school
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| Now she mob a jaguar too
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| She never led she’d get maniacal
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| Kept her eyes on true ambition
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| That’s how she livin' fat
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| Educated herself
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| Now she in a rack with six figures
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| Stacks of cashola I told her
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| Chorus (Opio):
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| Stay hustlin'
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| Watch for your enemies
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| Fool don’t sneeze
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| You might blink for a second
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| Stay alert they like green berets
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| Checkin' your traps
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| With impeccable accuracy
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| Know where you at & where you be
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| Now everybody is a victim
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| If he a idiot I probably got a problem with him
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| About these women and that (pollyin'?) to get 'em
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| Maybe end up sorry that you hit 'em
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| Oh you was trickin' now a part of you is with 'em
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| I know plenty of those travel many roads
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| Went to extremes to receive every penny owed
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| Hella niggas be petty though
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| They eyes give 'em open and their actions let me know
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| So why give a fuck
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| All them answers lead to more questions
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| And if you’re guessin' you’s a poor specimen
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| More death to them
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| My demeanor changes
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| When I see the stages
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| Of a nigga schemin' before I beat him like Peter Gages
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| I listen to many morons, Let 'em go on
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| Wonder why they talk for so long they be like so on and so on
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| I examine who and what I think I know
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| Everybody’s a victim is what I’m peepin' though, so
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| I hustle with friends
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| Even tussle with them
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| I ain’t knowin' nothin' but them
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| Toughen the skin ha ha
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| Now it’s all about your work ethic
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| In a word check it
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| In a word check it
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| Extended Chorus
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| (Opio)
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| Stay hustlin'
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| Watch for your enemies
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| Fool don’t sneeze
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| You might blink for a second
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| Stay alert they like green berets
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| Checkin' your traps
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| With impeccable accuracy
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| Know where you at & where you be
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| Back to the scene of the crime with rubber gloves on
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| Tryin' to expose the cover up but there was none
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| So when the fuzz come
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| We say what’s up to 'em
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| Cuz we untouchable & give a fuck
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| (Tajai)
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| V-12 pushin' like 80
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| Super sounds of Coltrane stainless
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| So I don’t hydroplane
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| I kiss my lady and my baby
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| Told 'em things gon' be straight
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| Hopped out at the hospital gate
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| Now I’m a little late
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| But that can mean everything
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| Got an urgent page
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| Jetstream to the scene
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| Mask & gloves plus (D green?) scrubs
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| Open you up for the peaking
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| Grab my instruments and start tweaking this and that
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| Then stitch you back to near perfection
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| Avoiding all complications and infections
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| My occupation, the culmination of strenuous concentration
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| Lots of lonely contemplation
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| No time for impatience when you dream makin'
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| My reward is smiling faces on all my patients
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| Mobility, ability, to make changes
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| In a community ravaged by the savage collaborations
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| Of racists, but y’all can’t say shit
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| I’m a hustle till I drop one day may save your kids
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| Extended Chorus 2x
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| Repeated:
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| Stay hustlin, what
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| Legalize hustlin'
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| Yeah
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| Watch for your enemies
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| Fool don’t sneeze |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Enemy Minds , by - Souls Of Mischief. Song from the album Trilogy: Conflict, Climax, Resolution, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп