Tonart: A minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words
that was once said
By my man, God rest his soul,
I was told stand bold
When under pressure, don't fold
To my brother, my nigga Rambo,
you know we love ya
I wish you was around,
to see us rip through the underground
Smif- N- Wessun dedicate this to my man Sean Grady,
the R
Interlude 1
One love baby pa
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Verse 2
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Grab a hold of your heart
and visualize as I kick it
A hollow point slug comin out
a black biscuit
You inches from death,
we round to the corner, comin quick
We meth'd out our minds and just
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don't give a shit
Goddamn it,
gun shots we bust from the clip
Wicked bad boy,
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stash the burner on my hip
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So fill ya oathes and get
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dead Mr. Buster
Cuz we ain't got love for none
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of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black bar,
hard to do a ride- by
You're too leary to live,
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but you not wan' die
All these MC's wit your fancy
names and gang
I know from the heart,
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that it not mean a thing
Big up to all the real heads,
wit the knuckle game
Rest in peace to all my niggas that was murdered and
Interlude 2
slain
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(talking) All heads realize
Verse 3
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(recognize)
Smif- N- Wessun on the rise
(you better recognize)
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All meanin each and every individual
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Who listen to that voice in ya head
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when it be kickin truth
The heads that represent
around the way
Showin and provin,
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keepin it movin till they break day
Realize what's before ya eyes
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Then see if you see the same real as we
When I say Smif- N- Wessun, this
is what I mean
Nothin alive or in dreams
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could ever come between
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Original Clik, roll thru the thin
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And when shit got thick,
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we still managed to stick
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Doing crimes wit decepticons, up inside
of the times
Helped we at times,
to keep our minds organized
So our knees don't bend, for the enemy
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Tek and me, crime partners til the end
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Interlude 3
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Verse 4
the heart of where
it all started
Bucktown, Boot Camp representin
for all the dearly departed
Next, we comin to speak to the real MC's
Smif- N- Wessun holds the remedy
Runnin wit the Boot Camp on
the search for the enemy
And if he happens to be amongst we
Fuck this, we bring him to court
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See me and my Clik got a thing going on
True to the game and the
love makes us strong
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For everyday trials and tribulations
You try to stop us, get rocked by a nation
See my forefront of soldiers,
ready to blow ya
Leave ya back broke and
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The war is on and the
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stakes is gettin high
You kill a man dead if him
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It's the code of the streets,
when you out wit ya peeps
Bumpin on the beat,
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be on point for the sweeps
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Pigs, harass that ass for the
keep the gun stashed
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But in the meanwhile,
cess ease the stress
Takin gun shots through the nose,
to the chest
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Bless the sensee, that get me irie
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And all praises due to all mighty
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Verse 6
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(talking)
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I take a L to the head
Reminisce over words that
was once said
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By my man, God rest his soul,
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I was told stand bold
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When under pressure, don't fold
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To my brother, my nigga Rambo,
you know we love ya
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I wish you was around,
to see us rip through the underground
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Smif- N- Wessundedicate this
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to my man Sean Grady, the R
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One love baby pa
Outro 1
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