*featuring Littles
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[Prodigy talkin']
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Yeah man..you know...2002 man...approachin' 2003 man...where we takin'
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this man?...where we headed for the future man...whats the resolution?
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[Verse 1: (Prodigy)]
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Wealth, health, and happiness nigga
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keep me from runnin' 'round clappin' these niggas
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sometimes you gotta just handle your business
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fuck it, it's on me, rounds of shots for niggas
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punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
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jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
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livin' like the pharoah Tut, I'm blessed with life
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so I breathe deep and give praise to the most high
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then I, get fresh for a new day
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I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees
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turn on the flat screen to C-Span
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see the elite strength, attorney general slowly gettin' bills passed
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prophecies comin' to pass
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we gotta survive this shit dun, it's nothin' to laugh at
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I hops in the V, grabs the heat and I stash that
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I'm in tune with Doc, Pac, and Huey, it's a rap.
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[Chorus (both)]
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I traveled the World, and been alot of places
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believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home
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and if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama?
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who's gonna clap that chrome?
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nobody like you, somebody like me
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when death I'm ready for it in Threes
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and me off point? c'mon now nigga please
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I'm paranoid, you know I'm burnin' those trees
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[Verse 2: (Havoc)]
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Saw alot of niggas die, some niggas survived
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and those that did did it by the skin of their hide
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dodgin' that long ride, the four-fifth aimed at 'em
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and knew to fall back when them slugs came at 'em
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on the real, for me to be here tellin' ya'll this
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is like dice, then I rolled that Four-Five-Six
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and never lost ever since, though I took that big pinch
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my Brother passed away, 24/7 I was bent
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drunk in my pain, alot of friends went and then came
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and those that stayed understood a nigga pain
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and for a niggas problems had noone to point the blame
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I was my own worst enemy goin' against the grain
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somewhere along the line them pieces had to get grabbed
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all this money plus family, shit wasn't that bad
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all you little shorties runnin' 'round like shits sweet
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just remember these words from the M-O-double-B.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: (Littles)]
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I kiss my finger, cross my heart, I'ma make it out these dark days
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whether together or we part ways
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I got a promise to that boy tatted on my arm
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three strong, man, the heat's still lukewarm
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who can you trust when your friends wanna pop your safe?
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you let him stash in your place, now you watch his waist
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vision the days, hear the ghost whisper
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dogs we left in the past, brought back now here with us
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cross my heart, let the haze linger
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pour out a little liquor, knowin' God took a good nigga
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Thousand dollar slippers skirt from the scene he was just a worker, dog,
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you were his every dream
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I kissed his face like I never knew 'em
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it was me, once upon a time when life was ruined
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now the mink rope chain sparklin'
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jumpin' out of bed, Thousand dollar slippers slidin' huggin' the
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carpets.
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[Chorus]
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Nothing Like Home
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| Mobb Deep |
