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(Chorus)
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Walk away walk away why would I
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I got too much love for my brother in the hood I
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Got to maintain life is just a grain of salt
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There's so much pain without thought
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[Jah Skills]
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Street life got me twisted in the brain
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no pain no gain ya must go insane
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just try to and thank everybody for someone else
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but all I can do is feel and just protect myself
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he's not good for my health I'm sure absolutely like back up
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you back up and give me space or get your ass erased
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from the place of the rhyme, the scene of the crime
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you biting and me igniting, blowing up your mind
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all things are altered including navigation
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as I take a puff and begin the elevation
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I sort through afro-braids and nappy kinks
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no time for petty leaks, my lineup
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the timespan, dont push me man
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I'm on the brink, on the edge might sink, can't think
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constantly I'm blinking, lights fill my dome
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offers still on the road to nowhere
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spray you like why would I, walk away how could I
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lose a tooth, the youth has got you spooked, boo
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(Chorus) x2
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Walk away, walk away why would I
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I got too much love for my brother in the hood I
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Got to maintain, life is just a grain of salt
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There's so much pain without thought
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[Neb Luv/Jah Skills]
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Dig deep into the brain of a rapper, its snaps ya
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captures the momentum like polaroid put a void
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on cannon blood cuz thats thicker than water thats a fact
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sit back to the rack like Warren G to the track (Warren G to the
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track)
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I'm tigher than a brand new born female
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get down, get down when I rock I make your T-Cells
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dwell in a cell deep down in a ditch
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below the dirt, beneath the earth, you can not vision this
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in my world, funky MCs rock the mic
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in my world, I clench onto the steel tight
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in my world, we go out searching for cops
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in my world, its strictly hip hop on my block
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(Chorus) x2
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Walk away, walk away why would I
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I got too much love for my brother in the hood I
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Got to maintain, life is just a grain of salt
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There's so much pain without thought
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[Neb Luv]
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I'm faded, glad I made it, without a doubt
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niggaz is trippin, and actin shady so I'll be out
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the closet like kiminos, oh no that dont be me
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be bead on juicy see, I'm rollin 5 foot 3
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now lately I've been on some type of bowl of the ciphers
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niggaz they always wanna be startin, somethin like Michael
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not Roddy, plus I pack my pipe like Rowdy Roddy Piper
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I land like Riker's to break apart deciphers
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its all up in my mind, pre-meditated this rhyme
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stated that you was dope, you lied and now I hate it
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cremated your remians with rhymes simple and plain
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refrain from stayin sane, blaze up the you know
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what I need to calm down my condition
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you best a cool it now like New Edition
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and get this lesson, you've been hittin on that stress again
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revive themselves and comprehend the message that I'm trying to send
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cuz ain't no need for the greed, there's enough to go around
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from L.A. all the way up to the boogie down
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frown, no need, Jah Skills hit the beat
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lets have this feist now you may retreat in peace
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(Chorus) x4
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Walk away, walk away why would I
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I got too much love for my brother in the hood I
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Got to maintain, life is just a grain of salt
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There's so much pain without thought
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Walk Away
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| Da Five Footaz |
