| That’s when the summer was hotter than a thermometer
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| Left Queens and headed west to Santa Monica
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| I never really knew how many streets could be
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| My pops got me out in time thanks to G.T.E
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| Now I’m out where the weather’s nice, people are friendly
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| I’m went to McKinely so I could live a better life
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| 1755 Franklin to be exact
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| Where Tak grew up on rap and now he’s on the mic
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| Hey
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| But it went so fast before I knew it
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| I moved to Hadder Street in the S.F.D
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| Parents got a divorce, I was off on my own
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| So I started something formally known as S.O.B
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| Yeah, it was just me, true to the end
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| Then I met Cheapshot through a mutual friend
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| Got together and created a dynamite stick
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| Living life with a plan that sounds sorta like this
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| I grew up I knew what to do then and what not to do now
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| So I shoot for the fence for my roots underground
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| Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out
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| Let me tell you where this story begins
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| It goes
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| I grew up with my troops in the trench
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| Shootin' hoops with my friends
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| In the Coupes with the rims
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| Grew my roots underground
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| Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out
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| Well let me tell you where this story begins
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| It goes
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| I remember trying to get into the game
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| Couldn’t get anybody to listen to my tape
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| Everyday bumpin' Wu-Tang, fully invested
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| We laugh now, but Tony Hilfiger was fresh then
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| Ridin' in my Civic with a buck in the gas tank
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| Dimes and pennies, anything you find in the ash treys
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| Fine, find a beat tape, kick your best rhyme
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| Over DWYCK cause that’s my shit, ayo rewind it
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| Bring it back, baggy black jeans and beepers
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| From Black Moon to Pat Boone, Queen Latifah
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| Yeah, if anything’s new, my camp with hear it
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| So Make Room, we’re coming with them cancer lyrics
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| Vin Skully hook up a loop and sample Shaft that sounds good
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| We don’t care about a sample clearance
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| We’re bringin' it back to what it was when it was fun
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| To carry a gun before somebody said it was thug
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| It’s all hooks, nobody in my crew was a clapper
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| We thought if you had a gat it made you a true rapper
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| But
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| I grew up I knew what to do then and what not to do now
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| So I shoot for the fence for my roots underground
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| Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out
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| Let me tell you where this story begins
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| It goes
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| I grew up with my troops in the trench
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| Shootin' hoops with my friends
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| In the Coupes with the rims
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| Grew my roots underground
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| Now my group’s in the Ritz so look out
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| Well let me tell you where this story begins
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| It goes… |