[Intro: Frukwan]
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Yo, yo, check it
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Yo, for real, comin' atcha
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Yo, it's like this, yo
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[Chorus: Frukwan]
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Never give up, never give up, never give up
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Keep holdin' on, gotta stay strong, keep your head up hung
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[Frukwan]
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Yo, what you say to a brother when he straight up wrong?
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If you feel you all that, then lets get it on
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I got no time for the bullshit, I'm quick to snap
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But if worse come to worse, I whip out the gat
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Back down from no man, I'm a brother with heart
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But I'd rather build first, mad swift with darts
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Street brother, with knowledge of self at nineteen
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Same jam, master a hundred twenty degrees
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Been around for a minute, in a land of gold
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Brooklyn, East New York where I started to flow
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Coup Devilles, rag time bottles with bells
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Feel me, phat Caddy's like Sam Cassell
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Mad brothers, my block was a flock of black sheeps
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Wasn't a house nigga, so we house the streets
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Gettin' knocked by the cops, now and then we pop
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Few shots in the air, let 'em know we was here
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Time flew, but now I'm gettin better with age
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Flip a new page, time to unleash my rage
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[Chorus]
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[Frukwan]
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Yo, look in my eyes, tell me what you see in the dark
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Want a move me out my seat like Rosa Parks
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Mentally enslaved brothers never change they ways
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Exploit the youth, now my vibes negative grips
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Buyin' in to the fake graph maternity stamps
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Cash it while I fuck it, yo i'll see you tomorrow
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Black woman you a queen, but I doubt your strength
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Watchin' the two fuckin', run around, half nude
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Flashin' guns and clips, diamonds and phat rocks
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African brothers died on them chopin' blocks
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Don't despair, now you wanna cover your ear
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Monkey see, monkey do, fuck wrong with you?
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In fifty states, you cats can't carry the weight
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Wanna mention, what ya'll need special attention
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Never degraded my race, come face to face
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Rappers more of a joke then a ray of hope
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I ain't sittin' on my ass just to turn my cheek
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Hip-hop be the art and I'm the masterpiece
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You cats with fake images, watch your back
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Practice what you preach, cause that shit is wack
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[Chorus]
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[Frukwan]
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But what you mean you ain't down, you ain't rollin' with us
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Cause you livin' mad large, and your crib is plush
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Must've forgot, you the same little crab from the wood
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Punk from the hood, frontin' like this shit all good
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Movin' up in the world, even switch the gas
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But you know to this day, I still whip that ass
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Ain't nothin' change, nothin' but the time of the year
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Still trot through the hood like Paul Revere
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Vision my vise, my peeps is black and dilated
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Brothers quick to cross the streets, intimidated
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Ain't my fault, cause I got that New York walk
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New York talk, blame it on society's fault
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Brothers stay bebbed up, I'm prepared caliss
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Ready to give my life because I'm doin' a bit
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Bagged the eighth, figured it was worth the weight
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Crack a bottle over the head of your fake role models
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Bitin' the such of must, give up ways and plus
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I be damned if I let the song self distruct
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[Chorus x2]
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Gotta Stay Strong
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| Gravediggaz |
