| Yeah, word…
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| Godfather shit… you know?
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| Take your mind off it (yeah, what?)
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| My projects, this the funeral homes and Laundromats
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| Hall of fame, for niggas who hit off gats
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| Late comer, ain’t turned ghetto since fourteen
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| In the hood it’s only money that the drop bring
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| Solomon King, and when the toast ring
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| You know I know, you yellow back niggas’ll run
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| Talkin' shit, is like walkin' wet on the third rail
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| My fault for hurtin' ya’ll sales
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| About to party like I’m Bobby Rail
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| Cop grams off a Dominican in the well
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| Fifth borough, marquise, livin' New York soap operas
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| I see more drug dealers than doctors
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| Neglect, hold a ratchet, but to Allah I’m still innocent
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| I keep correspondin', wit thugs who needs witnesses
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| Uncle Wise, 21st century
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| Ghetto celebrities, penitentiary bars
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| Jealousy, guns, jigga spot number runs
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| Criminals and deceased stars
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| Look around you, son, who wouldn’t get high
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| We make music, til the wee hours of morn'
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| These grays in my beard grow as time goes on
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| Nothin' like the feeling, when you’re hearin' our song
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| The best things in life just don’t last long
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| Can’t believe it, even little Barbara’s gone
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| Wifey cries everyday, but tries to be strong
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| We all do things we no is dead wrong
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| Can’t get it where you fit in, if you don’t belong
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| Wait for no man, make moves for delf
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| You can’t understand, I write songs for self
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| Seen misery and company, along with wealth
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| The real jewel is happiness and good health
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| Know cats that had money and now they’re dead broke
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| Straight up clean kids, who now smoke coke
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| Smokin' up cigarettes and died of a stroke
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| What used to be respected, now is a joke
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| 21st century, my suggestion to you is to Remedy
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| If you don’t know your enemy, then you’re already dead
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| Rest in peace, God bless, the realest shit said (life)
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| Last intermission, Body Brighton thrill-ogy
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| Stressed out momma, Stephanie Mills
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| Project black house, sell crack to pay bills
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| New York crime scene, narcotic crime kings
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| Chicks with the Chinese doobies, gold diggers wit the tight cooties
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| Searchin' up the candy wit the big booties
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| Draw part headed, hard headed growin' up
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| And hard head will make a soft ass
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| Rock pool old sneakers to class
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| Introductions, the building of a plateau
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| Playin' dominoes wit the beer hoes
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| I thought Pink and B.D., be here forever
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| I thought Sandy Brock would play basketball forever
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| I thought Storm Fields would always give the weather
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| Momma said «never say never»
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| Life, and that’s the way it is
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| Solemnly swear, to always tell the truth
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| Tell you what I see…
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| That’s what I’m here fore, autobiography
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| Life… Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon
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| Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon
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| Solomon marked for life, Solomon, Solomon… |