| Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
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| Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
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| A «soldier» in the «dark», «five arch angel» with heart
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| Ain’t «no love without hate», can you tell 'em apart?
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| It’s «bloody choices» from prophetic voices
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| Anointed by the RZA noises, 4th Disciple and Supreme
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| '98, Red Ant signed us, Cathy was beside us
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| And linked us with Earth, Wind & Fire (you're a shining star)
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| Label went bankrupt, album went gold quietly
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| Got out our contracts, happily free
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| Now it’s D3, 2 On The Road and GG’z
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| We ain’t regular M.C.'s, we prophet M.C.'s
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| Wu Killa Beez with a Sunz of Man beam
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| With four diamond rings, we already been kings
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| Now it’s time to transform the hoes into queens
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| Opposin' my team, is like souls in a dream
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| I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM
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| I speak for the dead souls that’s locked in a bean
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| I speak for the dead souls that’s locked in a bean
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| I speak for the angels with chopped off wings
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| All, you’re all we got, you’re all we got
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| All we got, all we got is us, through the good and the bad times
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| Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God
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| Some people change, money exchange, the love of fame
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| And it’s a cryin' shame, my brother’s lyin' dyin' in vain
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| Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man’s name
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| Complete your steps, we got to move quiet as kept
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| Seen a lot of teens get swept, cause one man slept
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| And all we really got is us, who can we really trust
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| Silly of you, to think that I would hate us
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| Movin' as one, ain’t nothin' new under the sun
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| Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little
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| Focus on tracks and make classes
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| Black sounds of Satin, grace and satisfaction
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| Hold my fans to the very end, we all we got
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| Through thick and thin, we rise as the world spins
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| Feel like I’m locked in a cell, LA the Darkman, Nelson Mandela
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| I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me
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| Elementary, dear Watson, gats keep poppin'
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| Drugs keep clockin', and feds keep watchin'
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| So I stay low pro, always keep the calico
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| Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo
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| You’re all we get, you’re all we got
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| All we got is us, through the good and the bad times
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| Stress, yes… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song All We Got , by - Sunz Of Man. Song from the album The Old Testament, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп