| Through the storms… I gotta stay strong
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| Take deep breaths, hold on long, bring the harm
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| with no regrets, on my chest, let me knowledge be born
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| on levels, wild, devil copters mark my every step
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| When the riots form, my woman keeps me warm
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| >From Fort Green I sing the song mean
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| Bring the calm overseas, glide high in the skies
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| Sky dive… far… far as the eye could see
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| In the midst of acapell', I ball my fist up Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti
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| I shot up a shell, will he drop? |
| Will he flop?
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| Will he go pop a cell? |
| Is his mind frail?
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| The worst is groove frantic, he expand the planet
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| Plan harder, your Godfather’s plans failed
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| I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses
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| Niggas love those expensive cars
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| Is it him and those twenty inch rims, splittin the tar?
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| An amazon woman from the stripbar
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| God, it varies, Halley Berry, stars eatin hard cherries
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| This world is bizarre, not bein far from Mars
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| Galaxy hoppin, non-stoppin the sun rays
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| Stay and paid for real, 'til I’m old and grey
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| Pretty legs, of course, soft as clay
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| Degrees, hot breeze in your hair all day, all day
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| Engaged a lot, rockin hot and cold chains
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| Is my brain vain? |
| Flames, still dock the missles
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| Let off one, stay in your lane
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| Everybody got issues, I’m drunk off the rum
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| Numb, one case got thrown out in dismissal
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| Everybody got pistols, but will the referee blow the whistle
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| before I lock on your ass, bone gristle?
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| These streets is crystal, crystal, crystal
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| Pleasure and pain, some took lead to the brain
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| Got rich and couldn’t live for the end of the game
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| Government chain, breakin off the slavery chain
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| >From a weddin to a funeral, it’s pleasure and pain
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| Guns, gangs cock back, ready to aim
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| Call in Fergusons, ridin on the back of the train
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| Televisions and this cocaine, got us insane
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| We got to war, if we all got a burner, then flame
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| Baby showers, same day as nuclear showers
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| Prophecy’s harsh, world will be destroyed in an hour
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| Shots fired in the night, from the heart of the coward
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| Stop the crow from the young flowers, goin to Howard
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| Brooklyn Babe Ruth, raised in fatigues and boots
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| Blue-printin who we hittin, and we need to shoot
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| No description, all though it was dark, an Egyptain
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| And didn’t have no love, but a grudge against Clinton
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| Representin… how much gold can one man claim?
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| Over horizon, recognize him, it’s candy rain
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| Flusty, lookin out of dusty old window pane
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| with nothin to lose, but everythin to gain
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| So far to go, much more is unclaimed
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| No delay, when we spray, we Play IV Keeps in the Jeeps
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| stumpin somethin gritty, it’s gun nitty in the city
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| that never sleeps, street sweepin
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| is senseless, intense, fenced in, fleein
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| A long road ahead, I’m still believin in my freedom
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| On the darkest day, I’d say your darkest hour
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| I came to realize, the sin is most inner-most power
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| So enchanted, cry inside, fryin and dancin
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| At God speed, damn it, fear is planted
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| Severe nature of man, there’s still no cure
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| Seduce me, reduce me to ashes, caught in the law
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| Atoms scatter, brain lashes, to the core question
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| Still no answers, moves of the phantom, handsome
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| Midnight silence surround us, eye in the sky
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| Everythin is a lesson, riddle another God for all of your blessins
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| I’m reppin, grateful 'til I’m dead, hateful heads, we under Allah’s
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| protection
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| Essence of life, one second, after the blastin
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| I wonder, is Heaven truly everlastin?
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| I’m askin, I said it to four lost relatives missin, in action
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| Communication breakdown, it’s all the same
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| Havin a nervous breakdown, draw you insane
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| It’s just pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain
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| Another man’s loss, another man’s gain
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| Stay in the game, pleasure and pain
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| We treasure the fame, pleasure and pain
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| Pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain, pain, pain, pain |