[Intrumental Intro] One, Two, Three
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[Zaakir]
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Yeah, I'm tryin' to get it right, live my life right
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I want the things that come with the fast life
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but I don't wanna lose my soul, right? pay with my life
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I just wanna rock ice with my fresh nikes (yeah, yeah)
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cuz the girls at the school think I dress nice. (yeah)
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The real thug niggaz cool with a nigga, right? (that's right)
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'Til one day after school, wakin' home, right? (Uh Huh)
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Them same thug niggaz ran up on a brother, right?
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With three more I never met in my life. (Damn!)
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Axed me where I'm from, banged on me, right? (Where you from?)
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The brothers that I knew was up outta sight
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(Man they made me get it together, now I ack right.)
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(Let's get it together)
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[Mark 7even]
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Trials and tribulations, both got you accosted
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Understand I'm not the one, go tap some other resources
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The road that you travel gon' be paved in some gravel
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so before you try on jock me understand the shit is rocky
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I don't mean a boxer, Illy? or Oscar
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I'm tryin' to spit some game, so your ass can prosper
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Pay a little dues, do a couple a shows
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put a mix-tape out, man let's see how it goes
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My only good advise is to cut your own slice
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I mean, the world ain't gon' bite, just cause you think you nice
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How can I be diplomatic when this ain't automatic
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I'm gonna tell you right, this a roll of the dice
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(Let's get it together)
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[Chali 2na]
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Hey, being (solid?) silent's the first sign
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if not, being able to follow my first line
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I dirt-grind on my first, it works fine
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I'm alert, but I been caught of guard at the worst time. (worst time)
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Yeah, I get apparent applause
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but do these people know my character flaws? I get embarassed
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and pause, meticulous, but never careless because
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I might be the one standin' on your terrace that falls
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And you can laugh, but it's therapeutic, to
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talk about my faults of a rare acoustic, bangin' dove shit
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We ain't perfect, to fight just ain't worth it
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despite a stained surface, we gotta retain purpose
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(Let's get it together)
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[Akil]
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I was a pick-a-the-litter, when I was a-little-nigga
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my pops would turn preacher once my voice got deeper
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than his. For all the times a nigga would vent
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I had to listen, he was payin' the rent and what
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he's sayin', he meant. I'll admit, I was tripin' a bit
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I was hangin' with different chicks and we be wild'n and shit
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but I had to get a grip before time ran out
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or pop starts to trip, start puttin' me out
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but now I kinda see what he was talkin' about
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you can't live in somebody house and start airin' it out
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You got to be your own man and handle your biz
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and later on you can tell 'em what time it is
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(Let's get it together)
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Get It Together
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| Jurassic 5 |
