| Mountain high and valley low and river wind and tunnel deep
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| I have traveled chasing demons screaming all I find I keep
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| If you don’t pay like you weigh alright okay that’s fine with me
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| I’ma just spray my heat and say my piece and lay you down to sleep
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| Ain’t nobody tell you clowns to speak
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| I’mma AK you down the street
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| Draw that bump that’s built for the riots see how quiet y’all can keep
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| Ain’t no wilding it ain’t no problem
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| It ain’t no question it ain’t no beef
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| Cut that check then things are sweet
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| I’ma go buy some diamond teeth
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| I’ll be damned if my setback gonna help you get back on your feet
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| No surrender no retreat
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| Nigga we out here trying to eat
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| Hashtag diamond dog tag
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| Money bag, nice swag, pockets need an ice bag
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| Toe tag, body bag
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| Niggas lose their lives sad
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| Rockets in their flight path
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| Breaking bad, making bad
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| Choices out here thinking fast
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| Smoking wet and drinking bad
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| Soaking wet and sinking fast
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| Shoot them niggas making cash
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| Stick them niggas take their stash
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| The law of gravity meets, the law of averages
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| Ain’t no sense in attempting to civilize savages
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| Even though I wish I could be spared my embarrassment
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| I’m a nigga, other niggas pale in comparison
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| We out in Paris yet but still a nigga perishing
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| No idea how much time’s left, fuck trying to cherish it
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| A life in times unchecked, now that’s American
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| Inherit the wind, pressure in everything
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| The world ain’t ready for someone like me
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| And life is sex, stress, drama and I’m hooked on all 3
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| I’d rather O.D. |
| than be the next O. G
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| You fronting for a whore that already chose me
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| One man revolution that’s supportin prostitution
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| I’m trying pimp the game, where balling don’t mean hooping
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| And riding don’t mean cruising
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| It mean keep your bitch-ass moving
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| If you ain’t built for bruising, redrum ain’t in your blueprint
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| In a jungle made of concrete, every animal Jumanji
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| On Eazy-E and PCP, ass-cash or EBT
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| How you monetize pigeons on a power line
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| On a road to the riches every dudes a dollar sign
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| I don’t mind, I don’t mind, long as all the smoke is mine
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| And the liquor store delivers faster than a Papa Johns
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| And I heard that def-ass caller money’s on the other line
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| The last episode of Good Times is my life
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| It’s a phrase they say in the streets when the young players meet:
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| Get rich or die trying
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| But the funny thing about that phrase to me
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| Is that these little niggas be lying
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| Cause don’t nobody wanna die
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| But everybody trying to get rich though
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| But the fucked up thing about that
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| These lil' niggas don’t how to get rich so
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| I still run with those angels
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| Man I still peep all those angles
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| Speaking with guns, sticking in tongues
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| Talking that Arabic and that Yiddish
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| Riding them trains, stashing them chains, bangles
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| Yeah I played all those games, though
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| My tag on the wall, you niggas look up
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| You can still see my name yo
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| How did I end up where I’m at?
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| It’s kind of hard to explain yo
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| I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and a Kangol
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| I remember all i wanted was a gold chain and some Jordans too
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| Crossed that bitch, then I got that bitch
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| Now all I want from her’s an abortion
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| My mind filled with distortion
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| My eyelids say caution
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| Yeah I sold crack to get my soul back
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| They say it’s gonna cost a fortune
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| And I wonder if Allah take debit?
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| ‘Cause a nigga got real bad credit
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| If not I ain’t got a whole lot so a nigga like me just can forget it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dark (Trinity) , by - The Roots. Song from the album ...and then you shoot your cousin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп