Tonalità: A minor
Verse 1
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[Styles P + (Gerald Levert):]
(From the heart)
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This shit is crazy
Storch
(From the soul)
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Thank you my nigga
(yeah, yeahhh)
I appreciate it (ooooooh, from
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the heart)
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Y'know I'm so much in the
street (well well well)
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I don't get a good look all
the time (it's f'real)
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So thank you (it's f'real, it's
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f'real, yeah)
Verse 2
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""In God We Trust,""
it says it on the dollar bill
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So should I say hallelujah?
Matter fact, what's a dollar to ya?
Is it a paper painted green
or the root of all evil like
your father schooled you?
They wanna bill me quick,
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niggaz wanna kill me quick
Gotta spend a buck for somethin
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nice at the dealership
Can't work for minimum wage nigga,
to tell the truth
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That's why I live in a cage nigga
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Soon to be de pendin on haze nigga,
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shit and I ain't pretendin
When a crook get a book
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with a happy endin
Dawg I'm in the bad
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mood most the time
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Nine milli' have you
close to dyin
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But it's senseless, when I can let loose
and just spit a sentence
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of some absurd shit
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Like four cars copped off of one bird flipped
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I know crime ain't rhyme but
I prefer this
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[Chorus: Gerald Levert + ad lib s] This is the real
Verse 3
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shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
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Then you ain't been where I been
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And you ain't been where I been
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This is for real shit, givin niggaz real fits
And if you can't handle it
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Then you ain't been where I been
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And you ain't been where I been,
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this is for real
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[Styles P:] Die fo' what you be lieve
Verse 4
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in
Get high for numerous reasons,
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no confession, no {?}
Just me in a dark room and the
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fumes that I breathe in
Spirit leave the physical,
leave off the Earth
Then I breeze on the burst cause
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I'm cursed with bein lyrical
Dawg I decapitate
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niggaz, I never was yel low
But I'm nicer than the
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happy- face sticker
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All I need's a beat and
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the mic gloved up
Your career's goin good
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'til you're bumpin into me
And I hit you with some shit that
make your life fucked up
Only thing to stop me from killin you sloppy
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if God intervene or Christ jump up... what?
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Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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[Chorus: w ad
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libs]
Verse 6
[Styles P] Shit's close to the end and
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I ain't a beginner
Think I got a little thinner,
only thing I mean is that
everybody dinner - this the house of pain
Tell everybody in there,
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I'ma bring it to 'em right
Money burn, guns fire,
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led finger to a life
Change your address,
feds follow when they glue the kite
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Shit is all love, same time it's real too
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Move OT or go and kill 'em
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'fore they kill you
Verse 7
[Chorus: w ad
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libs]
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[Styles P: over Chorus] This is the Ghost
Verse 8
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nigga,
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Double R and D- Block
Scott Storch, whattup
Verse 9
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[Gerald Levert:]
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No no no no no NO! No no NO!
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You ain't been where I been, no no!
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No no no
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no
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no no no no no no...
[Styles P:]
Outro 1
Get high
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