*featuring Keon Bryce, Fate Wilson
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[Fate Wilson]
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Okay, I remember the days
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High rights, low lefts, Even Stevens and Faze
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Troops Lotto and BK's those was the days
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High tech boots spray paintin' wit'cha name
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T-shirts airbrushed that read the same
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They carryin Bone's chain
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One gone but yo we miss ya'
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Harris photos school shots can you remember
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Bury him told his bitch go to the prom and die
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Didnt lie shot his-self in the head with the 4-5
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When she disobeyed hand off clated craze
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Just to reiterate dog those was the days
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Fo' da invasions of hatas I aint cool to mile around
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Use to get down at True Flavas bumpin Key Lo
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Walkin' damage cross colored and Paco
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While play more step than talent shows
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Prom nights tux and cane know its so cool
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Fuck them new model cars we ridin' old school (old school)
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[Chorus - Keon Bryce]
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We were tryin so hard
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Hard to survive
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Cause eventhough we were young
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We had to stay strong
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No matter what we went through
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It was me and my crew
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And thats how it went
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When we were kids
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[Fate Wilson]
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In 3 months we stayed in Jamestown
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Hamwood and Diplomats
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Played with Transformers, G.I. Joe's and Thundercats
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We was lovin' that
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Before to started jackin jacks
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For notes from Red Oaks had folks scared to come through
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College Park after dark
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Crown Victorias police unmarked cars
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Be aware... Wayne Williams was out there
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But we didnt care kids was gettin' stabbed and ditched out there
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To busy playin'...Double Dare
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You touched shorty on the ass that's a bet
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Want ya Kool-Aid and sugar smack ya hands and say sweat
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It's mine now place it in my Louie Vaton pouch
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Thump a nigga on his knuckles make him say ouch
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Slout socks box Chevy Caprice
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Hot knees cut da holes Disturbing Tha Peace
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Wit no conscience broke niggas call em nonsense
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No com-mission this is lil fate payin' homage to College Park
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[Chorus - Keon Bryce]
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We were tryin so hard
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Hard to survive
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Cause eventhough we were young
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We had to stay strong
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No matter what we went through
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It was me and my crew
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And thats how it went
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When we were kids
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[Ludacris]
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I had a Long John but no Silver
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No gold or plat
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I was simply red from the years I been holdin' back
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With 2 sides to a book I lick stamps and light matches
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And set fires in garbage pales and cabbage patches
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A child of the corn been wild since I was born
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Climbin' over barb wire clothes got torn
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Shoes got muddy and my clique turned cruddy
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Wherever I go they went they my buddies
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I brush teef brush naps and cause treats
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Dreamin' of Cadillac with wood wheels and plush seats
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Cats with gold teeth and raps with such beats
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Macks with no grief and some sacks of green leaf
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When I loaded my cap gun I was ready for ACTION!
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Starin' at beer cans and a moment to crack one
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Wanna hang with the big boys and play with the big toys
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And be with the people makin all that goddamn noise
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[Chorus - Keon Bryce (x2)]
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We were tryin so hard
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Hard to survive
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Cause eventhough we were young
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We had to stay strong
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No matter what we went through
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It was me and my crew
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And thats how it went
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When we were kids
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Growing Pains
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Ludacris |