| Got the Gods with me tonight!
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| Learn your lessons young blood!
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| I civilize the uncivilized
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| CNN enterprise, niggas in the prize
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| I build with the First Born, my mac squeeze
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| Still bringing back degrees, hustle for hustle
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| We needin' matching keys
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| I rest on the best part of the planet
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| Q.U., my counter top’s marble and granite
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| I learned 120, little niggas earn from me
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| I trick, recoup while spendin' burnt money
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| I learned lessons, revolve around mathematics
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| Fly nigga rock' Louis V designer fabrics
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| Knowledge of Self, I’m one with the Gods and the Earths
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| Respect the shooter, 'Pone was a problem at birth
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| I’m a swiper, ill with the MasterCard
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| My coke come back white like its Master Fard
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| Yeah, I don’t deal with the PAC math
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| Plus degrees, First Born get the last laugh
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| Let me tell you 'bout this knowledge man
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| Let me take it down in three basic fundamentals man
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| Knowledge, Wisdom, and Understanding
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| Knowledge is to know man
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| Knowledge is the Black man
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| Knowledge is the foundation of everything in existence
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| Knowledge means to listen, observe and also respect
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| You gotta respect these lessons!
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| Bringing the Gods back
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| We’re try’na save some lives
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| Especially our babies, save the 85s
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| A civilized man’s main goal is to teach
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| Where’d the Father start? |
| He started in the streets!
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| Yo you lose plus I got the ill street blues
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| Fuckin' red bottoms get you shot in your shoes
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| This is alcohol lyrics, paraphernalia flow
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| Grown man bars, iPhone stereo
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| Have you not heard your word is your bond
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| And your bond is your life
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| I sacrifice, civilized, touch nobody’s wife
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| Still be rollin' dice, while you was praisin' fat cats in the 'jects
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| I would study 'bout the Father, build 'bout Clarence X
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| Sodom Gomorrah, you dudes the same sex
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| I used to be outer space like a comet
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| And drink Smirnoff till I vomit
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| Woke up in the East and payed homage
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| About to change my name to Salaam N.O.R.E. |
| Muhammad
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| What happened? |
| We’re supposed to be the Holy City
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| Bartendaz got me joggin' through the Holy City
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| So mind up, this is combat for brain waves
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| Most of y’all won’t understand since you’re brain slaves |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jeep 4x4 Hood Slammed Closed , by - Sound Ideas. Song from the album Jeep 4x4 Sound Effects, in the genre Звуки природы и шум города