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[Intro: Buddha Monk]
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Allah is God, We came here to travel
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and speak the truth to those who do not know themselves.
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We do the knowledge to everythin in our existence
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and expense forth the truth. If you cannnot stand on your
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own two feet, what must be done? Nothin, you shall die
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in your own inequity. I want y'all to feel me.
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Let Allah take this path to teach the truth to those
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who do not know themselves.
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[BabyFace Fensta]
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Heat like a pressure cooker
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hard-boiled, like an egg, mad that they over-looked ya
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Damn, shit never go right for a nigga like me
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All my plots and schemes pretty much shattered dreams
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Forced to re-evaluate my situation, realization
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I'm 5% of the original nation who know the truth
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The youth nowadays are color-coded, minds eroded
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like rust on bumpers of old Chevy's from 1962
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I used to cop 'em, but I had to drop 'em
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Get aboard shaky ground, still I roam the compound
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like the Saint, remember who I am
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I might just rob the bank in your town
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Went from sleepin in crates on Quincy Street
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Never havin a refridgerator full of food to eat
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Fallin out the windows of East New York
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Was knowledge, understandin when I stoppin eatin pork
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[Spiritual Assassin of Zu Manchuz]
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Yo, pictures record my wonder years
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The narrator, I write like diaries and journals
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Layin with the bitch too much, swimmin in pools of pussy
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mentally takes you out your zone, I'm livin un-satisfied
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My eyes want to see gold bars in my palm
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More suedes Clark's, the Fonz is poetry, Islam is science
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Project shrimp scatters the grounds, whips and tyrants
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Everyday's the same palace shit like the total thumper
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Second time on this planet, things tooken for granted
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Advantage, presto, don't settle for less, strictly quality garments
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Yo, exercise your right to bear arms, peace to salute the prostitutes
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constitution, precious moments in her life
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from stark 8, eternal is life, extremely fast
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yo, this life's full of savagery and the devil's still after me
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I drink Bacardi to set the mind free, puff trees in the black teepee
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I'm still hurtin from the shit the devil's still servin
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It feels like a sayonce, but I'm trapped in chaos
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Yo, me, oh, my it's chaos, livin in my hive
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Back up, back up, for this time you must die
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[Chorus: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
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I've watched niggaz get shot rocked, they cold ass locked up
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in cells blocks, days of our lives, cheatin wives
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Takin half a nigga's pie, enemies in disguise
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Take ya clientel, ya girl and leave ya with the lies
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[Manly Musa of Zu Ninjaz]
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Yo, my Fam's Royal, hot like rotten camels in the desert
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Drinkin rum, by these naked bitches rubbin me with baby oil
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We all loyal with big gats, connect like seeds and soil bean with soil
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Where all my nigga now wigs at? Jim hat, where shorty at with no kids at?
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Like armored trucks with 25 bricks, I wanna stick that
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Bein broke gave me the ice grill, If I can't smoke, I might ill
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fight a dyke for tryin to steal
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>From all my niggaz who can't grab, ain't no fun robbin and can't brag
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cop grams and hand bags
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That's like life with no map, a Dolja soldier on the wrong path
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tryin to road block the road to riches
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If you got somethin, maintain what you go left
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cuz the only thing to fear in this world is life or death
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[Redz of Zu Ninjaz]
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Yo, this dream'll leave you fiendin for weight and a triple beam
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Life's a scheme, so, you add it all up and got your plans to square off
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Who was your man and bet this, I'm reckless on your high style's check list
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I dead this through bloody wars, government laws, iritatin like sours
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but soon to heal the ghetto neigborhoods where hittin steal
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Ain't no peace, young ones blasted by the beast
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I'm from the east where each and every teach
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You'll feel it in your physical, mental credentials, fuck a nigga who sell,
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right?
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It was simple, my crew leave a stain where they start
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A half moon when we depart, a full moon when the L sparks
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You got to love it, some say the good and ugly live on high society's
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made us, fuck what you say, they played us
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9 servants, but feelin better when I'm goin for life
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in my man's ride, that's yo' man, right?
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[Buddha Monk]
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You was my a-alike, cuz stars will like to shine so bright
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Now you smoke crack pipes, sell ya whips for low price
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Yo, what's wrong with you? M-O was known for jig-able
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You had a crew, especially known to kill for you
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Now you fucked up and no one even has a small clue
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how you fell off and caught to these low down crack blues
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That's why I sing this song, I'll keep holdin on
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It makes me stay strong and hold this fort down with firearms
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His life's pathetic for my man Nine, don't even sweat it
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I'ma help ya ass out, no need for things, but don't forget it
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cuz maybe on this cross road, I could take this same load
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and who can help my ass out on a path to receive higher gold?
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[Chorus (x2)]
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[Outro: Drunken Dragon of Zu Manchuz]
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...nigga!!!
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East Side Story
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| Buddha Monk |
