[Chorus]
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Ride wit me, so easily
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To the other side of the Timberland tree
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You can walk wit me, smoke freely
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On the other of the Timberland tree
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[Steele]
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Likkle Youth Man Dem, said "What's up trooper?"
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No disrespect, to Timothy, cuz I know how the Utah
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You a true star, shine ya light no matter what ya mood for
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I got my eye on you, cuz you represent the future
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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We be ya gun busters, your gold rushers
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Quick to touch and stuff ya, D.O. quicker picker upper, truth
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[Starang Wondah]
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My mind dwellin, there's no tellin who you see whore
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Ac' and night, pass to the right
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Cuz the weed cause speed ball
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Through time laughin, jokin, smokin
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Talkin about AK blastin
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[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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Don't make me madder than, I am already
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Despite it might be a fight, between a loose bullet and a machete
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I'm steadily raisin my voice to prove a point
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Better be on point, or join inside to put my joint
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Like Spike, we might desice to act up
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You relax, huh, it was Likkle Youth Man, the attacker
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[Hook]
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Likkle Youth Man Dem, Likkle, Likkle Youth Man
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You can take a walk wit me and see
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Likkle, Likkle, Youth Man Dem, Likkle Youth Man
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To the other side of the Timberland tree
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[Chorus]
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[Tek]
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What it is? And welcome to the real world, Dig'
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I'm not tryin to prophecize, I just wanna see ya life
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But you insist on beein face, to let the world mind them
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Die die, gon, you curse your mother, wit no problem
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And steal a chicken, act fly, you couldn't hold back the cry
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When officer mon come give your last pat on ya back side
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Offi' take a look at eye, no meet 'em trife and bar
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Because I choose jah and live as rastafari
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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You can, touch me, hear me, smell, see and feel me
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I pray to God, that makes me real G.O.D.
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[Steele]
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I see young bloods in the street yards
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Talkin bout "Peace, God", seen God, became a piece
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And nigga slang how hard, to be, but I take you through
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If you got a few, do it right, somethin like the God rule,
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the yonder do
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[Louieville Sluggah]
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I see what you mean, I feel, my brother's don't listen
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But how to capitalize, is how my rod is fishin
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Deep sea, water, time is gettin shorter
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So books and things, they get tossed upon the brawler
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[Steele]
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Yea, but a lesson learned is a jewel earned for the keepin
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So I stay reachin and keep my ass out the precinct
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[Starang Wondah]
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So, whose to say, crews today
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Is really what them bullshit out there, that niggas is tryin to say
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Everything I hear, niggas talk about that
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They be walkin the streets, and be off wit the gat
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Niggas act like you know, if you don't know how to act
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Then ya set ya self up for the Originoo Gunn Clap
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[Top Dog Big Kahuna]
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We are the wickedest Gunn from outta New York
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People them talk about them Gunn out the buck
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You want them to get just brought up, you fool ed' up
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War is in the midst, and the richie wound up deader
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[Starang Wondah]
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Just the other day, my man from around the way
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Used to brag to me, how he smoked a pound a day
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He said "Resistance" niggas get hit up wit the instance
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Struck from a far, boyakah from a distance
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[Chorus]
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[Steele]
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As I knowledge the environment, I ascend
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On a mission, reminiscin bout memories missin
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Wishin bout moves I should of made
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Games I should of never played
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Nights I should of stayed in the crib
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[Tek]
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It's been a while since my sun shine
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So many dark clouds out tryin to smother mine
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As soon as my boot touch asphalt
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Plain clothes and those molds, beemin at my grill, tryin assault
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Out my features, sayin I match pictures
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They had in they possession, said they wanted out for question
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[Steele]
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No lesson soon that we know never
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Where I'm goin, what I'm doin, who, showin who's proven
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All I see is fools gluin on the corner snoozin
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Choosin routes that leave them ass out, straight loosin
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Whose in the case to faced for some irrelevant cause
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Fightin was that keep the people back off the walls
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Of course you be lookin out, like feel look out on the spot
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| Bout be tooken out, jakes stickin out |
