Update: WillieTimer
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Logan Cusano
@@ -17,7 +17,8 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog):
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self.channel = self.bot.get_channel(id=self.channel_id)
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self.guild = self.channel.guild
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self.lock = False
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self.current_phrase = None
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self.current_420_phrase = None
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self.current_warm_up_phrase = None
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self.caller_name = None
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#self.PG = PhraseGenerator()
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@@ -127,9 +128,10 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog):
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selected_phrase = choice(phrases)
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if selected_phrase is not None:
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if selected_phrase != self.current_phrase:
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self.current_phrase = selected_phrase
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return selected_phrase.replace('\n', '')
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if selected_phrase != self.current_420_phrase:
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selected_phrase = selected_phrase.replace('\n', '')
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self.current_420_phrase = selected_phrase
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return selected_phrase
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else:
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selected_phrase = None
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continue
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@@ -138,14 +140,15 @@ class WillieTimer(commands.Cog):
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selected_phrase = None
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while not selected_phrase:
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#selected_phrase = self.PG.pg_generate()
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with open('./modules/WillieTimer/Phrases.txt', 'r') as phrase_file:
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with open('./modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt', 'r') as phrase_file:
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phrases = phrase_file.readlines()
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selected_phrase = choice(phrases)
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if selected_phrase is not None:
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if selected_phrase != self.current_phrase:
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self.current_phrase = selected_phrase
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return selected_phrase.replace('\n', '')
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if selected_phrase != self.current_warm_up_phrase:
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selected_phrase = selected_phrase.replace('\n', '')
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self.current_warm_up_phrase = selected_phrase
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return selected_phrase
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else:
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selected_phrase = None
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continue
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433
modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt
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433
modules/WillieTimer/lyrics.min.txt
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Now I was at a club on a late late Sunday
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Peeping at the bitches 'till the next day Monday
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Had a couple of drinks, so I was feeling good
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And suddenly I saw this bitch that lives in my neighborhood
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She went to church every week so now I lucked up
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She was at the end of the bar gettin' fucked up
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Back at the house she was bitch n' be ignoring
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And when she start to talk the ho' was kinda boring
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Yo, but now I got to dawn, see
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Now she's dancing on the floor with a skirt and no panties on
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Shaking that ass like a salt shaker
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I already got my plans -
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Just while I'm a take her to a room
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But yo I mean a rest room
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And stick my dick in her mouth like a wet broom
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So I grabbed her hand and she's wit(h) it
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So when she turns sober, she'll never admit it
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So while she's dropped I'd better get it quick
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And see for myself if she sucks a good dick!
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It's the world's biggest dick
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Don't matter just don't bite it
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It's the world's biggest dick
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Don't matter just don't bite it
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"What do you want me to do with it?"
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Don't matter just don't bite it
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She swallowed it (yeah)
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They hardly happy for you, keep doing what you do
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You can't please everybody, and not everybody is you
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Don't try to force a square peg in a round circle, that shit'll hurt you
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Don't try to fit in either, you're better off with neither
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Few veteran speakers get medicine when you need it
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Especially when we all need knowledge instead of sneakers
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Stop hangin' on to childhood trauma, it defeats us
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Our challenge is holding ourselves back, I hope you felt that
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Queen, gotta learn to let it go and move forward
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King, you should learn to say no, keep all your dough in
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King, Michael Jordan gives back and you didn't know it
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Like LeBron does, but it's just seldom they show it
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King, get ten points from one bird doin' your thing
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King, 'til one of your homies decide to sing
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King, I started saying "Peace King" on my song "The Flyest"
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And after that, it took off like fire, peace, King4
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What up?
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Escobar season begins
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Repent your sins
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Nine-Six
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Trackmasters
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Check it
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Spark the lye with the eight-forty I fly
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Pretty thug show no love its like when doves cry
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Maybe I'm just too demanding, parked the Land
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Mark Buchanan, fuck a job I'mma die scramblin
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Digger gold, dig a bigger hole in ya soul
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Que Pasa, Pablo's throne cabron
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At the airport the Mobb picked me up in a truck
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Jewelry chunky like fuck never scared to get stuck
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So whats the deal Papi?
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Heard the feds could of knocked me
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Had the cuban posse all up in my room and lobby
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Negotiating, my name holds weight, we motivatin'
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Hustling, as if God was dancing with Satan
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The Firm waitin', to get ajourned cause we facing
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Double life, thuggin for life, you taste it
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The white numbin ya toungue
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I bought it from Dominicans
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A suitcase of benjamins swung tight in his fingers
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Had the Firm gun slingers, hit the lights, grab the white
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Murder everything in site, and jet in the Bimmers
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Now im home with the phone screaner
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Resting the stones in a jewelry cleaner
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Checkin my mail reading my supoena
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To the witness standing, I got remanded
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Livin on the 4th building and can't stand it
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Gotta fight my case from the inside
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Niggas telling, I felt it coming when my pockets started swelling
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But thats the game for ya
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Hid a stash to ya lawyers
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Supreme court, Queens New York will bore ya'
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Suited up, booted up, with the jail cut
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Million dollar bail what?
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Z put up the house and I was out
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Word the Fuck Up
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Time to get the shit on son
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Tryna trap a nigga
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Incarcerate me yo'
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Check it tho, yo, yo
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Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
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(cross my heart hope to die)
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Im gonna make it if I try, cross my heart hope to die
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Praise the Lord, ive been scarred with hot water
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Days are shorter, next court dates around the corner
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Money ain't the same, shit is outta order
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Since the days of Rich Porter
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Something gotta give, I ain't trying to bid
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Now I run up in cribs, body shit, but no women no kids
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In the Bridge where the murderers live
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I used to make a quarter million monthly
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I was ill until they sunk me
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Killed the snitch with the pump 3 shots
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Bought a passport off a junkie
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The Firm helped me flee out the country
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Word and I'm out, Pakastinian land
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Chilling with my man Jungle
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The commissioner Stout
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Killa B, what it is nigga firm biz4
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Verse 1:
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You only get 1 shot to make a first impression. There ain't no such thing as second chances in this game. It only takes 1 man to knock you out the box. It only takes 1 woman to drive you insane. It only took 1 sniff now look Im addicted. It took 1 bad decision. Now my whole life is shifted. It only took 1 shot to kill my best friend. It only took 1 Glock for me to get revenge. It only takes 1 pill just to ease the pain. It only takes 1 bullet to end everything. Right here and right now. ‘cause of sick of all of it. The 1 times. The jakes and the fakes. Sick of all of them. To many haters hating 1 man. Wish that I could burry all of them. Under 1 grave. Without even 1 chance of being found. Yo it takes 1 strike. 2 strikes. 3. And you’re out of here. Getting 25 to life. Without a chance to get out of there. 12 jurors. 1 judge. 1 cell. No love. 1
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You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
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You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. Better get it right.A ha...A ha
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It only takes 1 beat for me to fxxx it up. It only takes 1 verse for you to give it up. It only takes 1 mic for me to reck shit. It only takes 1 time for you to know the time. It only takes 1 listen for you to feel the man. It only takes 1 DJ to make a band. It only takes 1 convo to understand. It only takes 1 snitch to go and take the stand. It only takes 1 blunt to make the pain go. It only takes 1 lie to know she gotta go. It only took 1 look to know that she’s a hoe. It only took 1 no from you for her to go. She asked you to marry her. And you passed it up. You had your opportunity
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You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. A ha...A ha
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You get 1 shot. And 1 life. This is real life. On 1 Mic. You get 1 shot. And 1 life. A ha...A ha
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Hit-Boy
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Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good groove, pour me up (Ice)
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The plane leave in thirty, fix your life, hurry up (Fix your life)
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Ackee, rice, peas, puttin' curry over duck (Mm)
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Courtside Rockets, Warriors, Curry up (Swish)
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Smokin' weed in a tux, sippin' Ricard
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Sitting on Governors Isle with all the killers
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Premier movies with my man De Niro
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And Johnny Nunez got all the pictures
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Black-grown, black-owned
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Black women is the backbone (Love)
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Latin food in the back room
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Big business, I'ma drop a new 'gnac soon
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Followin' the cash rules
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Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
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Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
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Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
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Black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs
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Bitch, I'm in a good mood, good group pulled me up (Dino)
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Mass Appeal, movies and music, sign with us (Al Pacino)
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All my niggas millionaires, G-Code know what's up (What up, G-Code?)
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What up, Jung'? What up, Stoute? What up, Ant? What up, East?
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What they say about us? (What they say about us?)
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Rich, matte-black Rolls, yeah, I got 'em seeing ghosts (Ghosts)
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Twenty-seven summers, that wasn't even the goal (Goal)
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Blowing kush clouds and we all for the smoke (Smoke)
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Bitch, black card, black Rolls, more black CEOs9
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Yeah, hahaha
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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Nas
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Yo, explode, my thoughts were drunken from quarts of beers
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Was years back, before Nasir would explore a career in rap
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As a music dude, I mastered this Rubik's Cube
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Godzilla, fought Gargantua, eyes glued to the tube
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Was a long time ago, John Boy Ice
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Geronimo po-lice jumpin' out Chryslers, e-z wider paper
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Pops puffin' his cess, punchin' his chest like a gorilla
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Outside was psychos, killers
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Saw Divine, Goon, and Chongo, Lil' Turkey
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R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursin' front of Ms. Vercey
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Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
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My building was 40-16, once in the blue, hallways was clean
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I knew all that I'd seen had meant somethin'
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Learned early to fear none, little Nas was huntin'
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Livin' carefree laughin', got jokes on the daily
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Y'all actin' like some old folks, y'all don't hear me
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Yo, I'm in my second childhood
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours, nigga
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours
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Yo, dude is 31, livin' in his mom's crib
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Ex-convict, was paroled there after his long bid
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Cornrows in his hair, still slingin', got a crew
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They break his mom's furniture, watchin' Comicview
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Got babies by different ladies, high, smokin' L's
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In the same spot he stood since '85, well
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When his stash slow, he be crazy
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Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday
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Junior high school dropout, teachers never cared
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They was paid just to show up and leave, no one succeeds
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So he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years
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Sittin' on different benches like it's musical chairs
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All his peoples moved on in life, he's on the corners at night
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With young dudes, it's them he wanna be like
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It's sad but it's fun to him, right? He never grew up
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31 and can't give his youth up, he's in his second childhood
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours, nigga
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours
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Baby girl, she's always talkin', name droppin', hangin' late
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Drinkin', smokin', hates her baby daddy, craves shoppin'
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E poppin', ecstasy takin', won't finish her education
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Best friend she keeps changin', stuck with limitations
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Lustin' men, many hotels, Fendi, Chanel
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With nothin' in her bank account frontin' she do well
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Her kid suffers, he don't get that love he deserve
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He the Sun, she the Earth, single mom, even worse
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No job, never stay workin', mad purty
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Shorty, they call her the brain surgeon
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Time flyin', she the same person
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Never matures, all her friends married, doin' well
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She's in the streets yakkety yakkin' like she was twelve
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Honey is twenty-seven, argues fights
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Selfish in her own right for life
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Guess she's in her second childhood
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours, nigga
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When I flow for the street, who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas
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Resurrect through the birth of my seed, Queensbridge
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Make everything right, get yours
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Who else could it be?
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N-A-S, Nas18
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Mmm (Hit-Boy)
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OG talk, project halls
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40 Side where a nigga seen it all (For real, for real)
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I can send niggas a slide, I'd rather show them the ropes
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Integrity matters the most, I gave the hood hope
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Damn, I gave the hood classics
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Something to open your mind, instead of going out crashin'
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How was you real when you hate the real?
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My nigga, I'm simply askin'
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Can't just talk about the plan, you gotta put it in action
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Ain't no pity party for yourself
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You gotta get up, rise for your wealth
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Can't spend all that time in your feelings
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Tryna sympathize with yourself (For real, for real)
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Don't nobody owe you, ain't nobody holding you back (Woo)
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You stuck in illusions, attached to something that ain’t even that
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South Beach, Nassau, Amalfi, Maldives, same beach
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Unless you are after somethin' most men just can’t see
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Shorty off the block, shorty off the runway, same freak (For real, for real)
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We all got the access to open doors like we share the same key
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OG talk
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A lot of things go down like incarceration
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You know, crime, drugs, violence
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Outta alla' this you gotta look for the positive
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OG talk!
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OG Talk (OG talk) project halls (Project halls)
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40 Side where a nigga seen it all (Seen it all, for real, for real)
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I can send niggas a slide (Slide) I'd rather show them the ropes (Ropes)
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Integrity matters the most (Most) I gave the hood hope (Hope)
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Damn, niggas really got it jumpin'
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They finally gave Nas a Grammy, just front me the gold
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That wasn’t the goal
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First clip was a warning shot, nigga, we spinnin' back up the road
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Through the boroughs, pull up our Rolls
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Empty this bitch and reload (For real, for real)
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Fake thug, no love
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You get the slug, CB4 Gusto
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Your luck low
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I didn't know til I was drunk though
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You freak cats get played out
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Get robbed and laid out
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Prostitute turned snitch
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I got the gauge out
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96 ways I made out, Montana way
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The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray
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Dipped attache, jumped out the Range
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Empty out the ashtray
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A glass of 'ze make a man Cassius Clay
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Red dot plots, thirty-two shots
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Ya'll niggas don't want none of this
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Say a prayer for "Do we have to?"
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You ain't right, Jeremiah Wrong pastor
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In love with a slave master
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Sincerely yours, USA's most brave rapper
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Jesse carjacker, Uncle Tom kidnapper
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Ask around: Bentley coupe off the Richter
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Bitch called "Life": I pimped her, what
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Politics, politricks, Klan-shooter
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Deacon for defense, progress-producer
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Nothing on the stove, a survival-booster
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Gotta do what we gotta do
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We ain't got no governors coming through to help
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Anything we need done, gotta do for self
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New, improved JFK on the way
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It ain't the 60s again, niggas ain't hippies again
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We ain't falling for the same traps
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Standing on the balconies where they shot the King at
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McCain got apologies; ain't nobody hearing that
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People need honesty
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("Although it seems heaven-sent
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We ain't ready, to have a black president")
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("Although it seems heaven-sent
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We ain't ready, to have a black president")
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Yes we can, change the world
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{CHANGE THE WORLD...} they say
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("Although it seems heaven-sent
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We ain't ready, to have a black president")
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("Although it seems heaven-sent
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We ain't ready, to have a black president")
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Yes we can, change the world
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The world, the world, the WORLD...
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It is my distinct honor, and privilege to introduce
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The next President of the United States - Barack Obama
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{*crowd cheers LOUDLY*}10
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I know you can feel the magic, baby
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Turn the motherfuckin' lights down
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Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?)
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I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha)
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Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh
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Turn the music up in the headphones
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Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right)
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Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!)
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Make niggas mad and shit like
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Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in!
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Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka
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Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere
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I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in
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Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them
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Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
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Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then"
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Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?)
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Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend
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We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end?
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Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things
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Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang
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Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain
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We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game
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Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring
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Should blame, the game, and I could
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It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain?
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And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing
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So the pressure for success can put a good strain
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On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring
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Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane
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Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same
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When you put in the game at age sixteen
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Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing
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Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings
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It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching
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The root of evil strikes again, this could sting
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Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point
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This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely
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I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in
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Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
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Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
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Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
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I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
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Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah)
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Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
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Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"
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I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh)
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Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh)
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Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s
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Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies
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Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies
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Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh)
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Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time
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Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs
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I'm standing on the roof of my building
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I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it
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Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire
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Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire
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Could it be the forces of darkness
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Against hood angels of good, that form street politics?
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Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh)
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To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word
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I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in
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Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh)
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Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah)
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Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then"
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I feel like a black militant takin' over the government
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Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them
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Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him
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Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"16
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Uhh, yo, you believe when they say we ain't shit, we can't grow?
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All we are is dope dealers, and gangstas and hoes?
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And you believe when they be telling you lie, all on the media?
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They make the world look crazy to keep you inside?
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Why you listen when the teachers at school
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Know you a young single parent out struggling, they think you a fool
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Give your kids bad grades and put 'em in dumber classes
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Killing shorty future, I wonder how do we last it?
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Underground in they casket, ancestors turning
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I'm learning something every day, there is no Lazarus
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Words like God is Greek or Latin
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So if you study Egypt, you'll see the truth written by the masters
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My niggas is chilling, getting high, relaxing
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Envisioning, owning shit, yo it can happen
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What do we own? Not enough land, not enough homes
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Not enough banks, to give my brother a loan
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What do we own? The skin on our backs, we rent and we ask
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For reparations, then they hit us with tax
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And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
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So stop being controlled, we black zombies
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Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
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We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
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Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
|
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We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
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Ayo, we trapped in our own brain, fucked behind bars
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We've already gone insane
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We've already gave up, cut our own heads offs
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Stab our own backs and dream too much
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Without fulfilling reality; too greedy and
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Can't have one or two chains, we need three of them
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Can't have one or two guns without squeezing 'em
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On our own people and, fuck black leaders
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'Cause whites ain't got none leading them, the rhythm is cosmic
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Nas is divinity, the deity's prophet
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Let's all get down and get up
|
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Victims walking 'round with Down's Syndrome, all stuck
|
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Fainting, shouting, catching Holy Ghost in church
|
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Scared to do it for ourselves 'less we see somebody doing it first
|
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We begged, we prayed, petitioned and demonstrated
|
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Just to make another generation - black zombies
|
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Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
|
||||
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
|
||||
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
|
||||
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
|
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You scared to be yourself, 'cause you in a trance
|
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Feel free, hear the music and dance
|
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If you cared what they think, why wear what they wear, just for you
|
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Dumb niggas with long beards like they Arabs or Jews
|
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Or from Israel, Bismillah al rahman al rahim
|
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Islam's a beautiful thing
|
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And Christian and Rastafari, helps us to bring
|
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Peace against the darkness, which is ungodly
|
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So what's the black man's true religion, who should we follow?
|
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Use your own intuition, you are tomorrow
|
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{*roaring*} .. That's the sound of the beast
|
||||
I'm a Columbia record slave, so get paid
|
||||
Control your own destiny, you are a genius
|
||||
Don't let it happen to you like it did to me, I was a black zombie
|
||||
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
|
||||
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
|
||||
Walking talking dead, though we think we're living (black zombies)
|
||||
We just copy-cat, following the system (black zombies)
|
||||
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