| Trying hard to speak and
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| Fighting with my weak hand
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| Driven to distraction
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| So part of the plan
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| When something is broken
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| And you try to fix it
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| Trying to repair it
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| Any way you can
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| The time was the late 80's
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| Every block had a stray dog with rabies
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| Feens threw away their crack babies
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| Arguing with my brother
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| To see who pick the mouse up
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| Walk by open up the oven door to heat the house up
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| Everyday, police would swarm
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| Coming home from school
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| Your brains on your uniform
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| I wish I could fly away like a unicorn
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| I’m from the ghetto
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| And everyday a human born
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| So who cares if I’m stretched out on the scene
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| Surrounded by homicide forensic team
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| Yellow tape… (mmm)
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| Haters glad that I’m dead
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| Pedestrians walking by
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| And they just shaking their heads saying…
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| Trying hard to speak and
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| Fighting with my weak hand
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| Driven to distraction
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| So part of the plan
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| When something is broken
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| And you try to fix it
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| Trying to repair it
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| Any way you can
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| What’s hot, what’s not
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| What should, what shouldn’t be
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| Come on ya…
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| Who to say what couldn’t be
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| Look at me…
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| I’m nicest not the ices
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| Sometimes I wake up and ask God
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| Who life this is
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| I look at these eyes
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| I’m only in this body
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| If you only could understand
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| The vision that I carry
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| White actors will be like
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| Puff Daddy when he interned
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| Men play with fire
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| Men get burned
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| To talk about this
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| The only thing I earned
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| I can rap talking about killing you like this
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| Or putting a whole in your head the size of that
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| But that would be cheating myself
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| And I can’t do that… (Man)
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| Trying hard to speak and
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| Fighting with my weak hand
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| Driven to distraction
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| So part of the plan
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| When something is broken
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| And you try to fix it
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| Trying to repair it
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| Any way you can
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| Man…
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| It all ends up on a back street
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| In abandoned buildings
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| Where the crack heads meet
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| All you hear is (coughs & sniffing)
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| And lighters flicking
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| Busy smoking
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| Baby dead
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| Rat poison in the kitchen
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| They so high
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| Walking by thinking she sleep
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| Don’t even put her in the crib
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| Just cover her with a sheet
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| This is me in the building
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| 17 with the bundles
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| and a gun up on me
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| And I shoot any n- run up on me
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| And for 2 years my momma looking for me
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| Crying running up on other kids
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| Thinking it’s me
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| By now I aint got no heart
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| N- I’m a gang member
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| Suited up and ready to start
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| Trying hard to speak and
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| Fighting with my weak hand
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| Driven to distraction
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| So part of the plan
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| When something is broken
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| And you try to fix it
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| Trying to repair it
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| Any way you can |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Part Of The Plan, artist - Swizz Beatz. Album song One Man Band Man, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп