| Sipping moonshine
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| Till the sun shine
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| Two-time for them goons ducking one-time
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| Time due for Time Truth had to do time
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| In due time… in due time
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| To my people throughout Queens, God bless ya life
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| Live right, cuz at any moment death can strike
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| When you facing confrontation get your gun, why run
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| Now they summon your legacy to say the good die young
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| The kid pitching got a gun aiming for the Cy Young
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| Not the pathway I’d ever recommend for my son
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| A cool G, peace to Pachi, stunted in the lobby
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| Rocking Coogis with Huaraches
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| While they played with tamagotchis
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| I seen your mom around the way the other day
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| Couldn’t figure what to say she carrying a mother’s pain
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| Say wassup to Baby J, from Colden up to Franklin Ave
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| Rest in Paradise, I’ll meet y’all in the motherland
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| And to my other man, knots in the rubber band
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| Heineken with the bogey in the other hand
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| Seen your kids and I’m reminded of you
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| Took your son under the wing to let’em know how we do
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| The T-I-M in Timeless to you we dedicated
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| Rest in Peace my friend, know the memories never faded |
| To my brother from Brownsville, God bless your life
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| Been downhill for real since we lost Sean Price
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| How could one man that’s larger than life be lifeless?
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| The Nicest. |
| Learned first hand back from Priceless
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| You set the stage ablaze spitting razor blades
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| Say grace and give thanks to BK’s bathing ape
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| Gem star parades, we shadow boxed for days
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| Over the phone to keep darts and stay in shape
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| Studio sessions turned to seance
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| Transformed a Bic into a Mont Blanc
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| While they writing in crayons
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| Despite the chaos, this is my soliloquy
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| Gorilla P, please tell me why you still asleep?!
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| You ripped beats to smithereens
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| And showed the brothers from Killa Queens
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| Love for scripting guillotines
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| But still it seems, its just a bad dream
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| I’m having cold sweats can’t escape the loud screams
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| I rise up at six, still missing the seven
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| Groundhog’s day, but the God’s lifted in heaven
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| Decepticon Sean, purple your true colors
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| Signing off Solace… The Truth Brothers |