Intro:
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Lil' Dap: Damn son
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Melachi: What the fuck is wrong with you man? Shit shouldn't be happening
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out here man. Niggas don't be realizin' the shit man but yo tell 'em what
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you be seein' out your window.
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Lil' Dap: Yo I be seeing out my window gunshots everyday.
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Melachi:Man yo I be seeing sex money and drugs too but yo tell 'em how duke
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said.
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Lil' Dap: The world's about to end.
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Melachi the Nutcracker:
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Born in the ghetto it's hard to survive
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Some have achieved and many brothers tried
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But I realized which life to choose
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I wanna make money so I gotta pay dues
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But there's no rules and you only have one chance
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If ya fuck up kid you face the circumstance
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At night I use to scream and shout
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Livin' in the ghetto trying to get the hell out
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So I would try as I watch my friends die
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But all I could do was sit back and cry
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These are feelings I'm expressing through my rhymes
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I been through hard times so many problems on my mind
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I wasn't living rich and I also wasn't poor
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I try to appreciate but I deserve more
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Yeah superman supa star
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Give me super fat doe like Pablo Escobar
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"Super duper star"
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Lil' Dap:
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Feared by bandits hated by chicks
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Loved by kids I never did a bid
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Yes the Group Home is thick
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Plus I don't eat beef cause get dizzy if ya think shit is weak
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Yo I work hard and hard my man trace it down to the car
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After that keep it movin' have no time to be foolin'
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Around town A&R's you get down with the hype sound
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The things I say will make a grown man dream
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I speak sayings "Go by yourself, be by yourself"
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Let my lyrics vibrate and shake the earth
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I travel ghetto to ghetto back streets to street
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Kick a rhyme or crime with this ill mastermind
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Mom dukes use to tell me with these tears in her eyes
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Now I'm out on my own survival with the dime
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Like an African tribe little Dap will blow your mind
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Check it out like this
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Melachi:
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And then like that
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"Super star"
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Hook:
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"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up" -Melachi
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"Yes the Group Home is thick so all y'all punks hear this" (x3)
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"So what the fuck y'all movin' on up"
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"Yo check it check it out like this here we go"-Melachi
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Melachi:
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Walkin' the tunnels of hell the next level
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It's the Nutcracker givin' hell to the devil
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Playin' the game the New York pain
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Makes me wanna bust but I just maintain
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Cause now-a-days I talk to a brother
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Always love your mother cause you'll never get another
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In the streets bustin' off shots fuck the cops
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I got super small props
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Big time doe, money is a thriller
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I'm gettin' more iller than the Zodiac killer
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No lie but before I say bye
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You can't take money with cha when you die
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"Super duper star"
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Lil' Dap:
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Yo I got niggas flippin' they wig
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Chicks grabbin' they cunts
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As they rhyme they get doper and then they greet me with blunts
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One times for your mind before I brake these streets
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Ain't nothin' holdin' me back hip hop track
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Yo son you know the feelin' shit will get revealed
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As the times will get better
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And you know I got skills I seen the days turn into nights
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As the stars shine bright
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Motherfuckers Moet and chicks they keep steppin'
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Like Dom Perrion one day will live large
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Word to Allah and it don't seem hard
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No more jealousy and envy
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Curse is put apon me
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Watch me live free at the clink
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With my niggas you'll see
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Raisin' to the top like a rocket shit yo I go far
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"Super star"
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Hook
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Supa Star
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| The Group Home |
