5 carloads deep, time to go do a show
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Got a massive crew and we're ready to roll
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So I grab my gear hop in the whip and ride
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Premier he's got the fly dope system inside
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But my shit cranks too and we've got mad tapes
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of all the underground groups with the lyrics and bass
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Off into the New York night we go
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Dre large got the camera biggest, Gord's got three rolls of film
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So we can take the macked out photos
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Tommy Hill, The Damaja and my man Gunsmoke
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Corey and Smurf and Lil Dap's got a forty
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My man Gary and Shiz and the nutcracker Shorty
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Mike Rhone, chillin' like Capone
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Robinhood, Known as Mel with the clientelle
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Mo, JT, Mega, can't forget black
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they're rockin' sincere, yes the posse's fat
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Out loud pulls up plus there's Sid and OC
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Big Mel from strong island H.L. the one and only
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O. Delicious, Ely, Bazz and Eon
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and the aroma of the blunts has me thinking beyond
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And to the rest of the crew you know the bond is strong
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and you know who's who, so let me not prolong
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For this was a night to remember
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I had on the beige Tims with the two tone leather
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So we get to the jam, the gig, the venue
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then we circled around and then drove in through
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the front the place was packed the line was long
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I was bobbing my head cuz the music was on
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I turned it down then I peeped to my right
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I saw this kid and his girl having a fight
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Another kid walked up and mushed the kid in his face
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and then the kid pulled out and bust and laid him to waist
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A riot broke out girls screaming and scheming crews
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started buck wiling tryna' snatch kids jewels
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After that 50 came and turned the party out
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and then the ambulance came to take the body out
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And we didn't even get all the equipment out
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and we didn't even get to turn the place out
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This can happen often and it's really fucked up
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So I'll ask you to your face homeboy what's up
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Did you come to see my show or the stupid nigger playoffs
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Killing you and killing me it's the soliloquy of chaos
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And if you live in the cities where streets reek warfare
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people getting nowhere but you go for yours there
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You'll find it doesn't pay to front or play the role
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You could get stole or maybe beaten with a pole
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Then you'll wanna retaliate, regroup and come back
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so you set the brothers up for a sneak attack
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Whether you die or kill them, it's another brother dead
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but I know you'll never get that through your head
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Cuz we're mislead and misfed facts, we're way off
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killing you and killing me, it's the soliloquy of chaos
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Soliloquy of Chaos
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Gang Starr |