{*Pete Rock scratches various samples at the beginning*}
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[Verse One]
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I used to be a piece of shit 'til I dropped it, (?) convict
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Straight projects, prophets, that's the object
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Hunger pains spit the beef out, I kick the teeth out
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We Non Phixion, up in the club with heaters out
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No doubt, insanity the motive, I'm never broke
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Body strapped with explosives, suicide bat ya team poseurs
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Teenybops rock Tachini tops and arm holsters
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Lookin like feds in posters, devils and brokers
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I got a lot of love, but if you want hate, I got a lot of guns
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You want crack? I got a lot of drugs, it's kinda bugged
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the way the world can make a righteous man turn savage
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I try to be peaceful but the world prefer madness
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And I'm a business man, supply and demand
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Make you feel like when your fam get in a shootout and your man die in your hands
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Most dangerous rap group, any question that I ask you
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Thug be the answer to the question that's the truth
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[Chorus]
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If you got love for your mom - that's Non Phixion
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If you got love for your dogs - that's Non Phixion
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If you got love for the Gods - that's Non Phixion
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What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion
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If you got love for your peice - that's Non Phixion
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If you got love for your seeds - that's Non Phixion
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If you got love for the streets - that's Non Phixion
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What? That's Non Phixion - What? That's Non Phixion
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[Verse Two]
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BK to Mount Vernon, money-earnin non-stop
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I lost a lot of people, I "Reminisce" with Pete Rock
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Gunnin through public housing, some brothers never get out
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I got love for my dawgs, now it's time to break the fuck out
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We pealed out, that's when I dumb out, three on the hip
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I don't kick bars, I spit scars, shit that I live
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And all you platinum cats, I'm about to run in ya fridge
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We all about food, belly up, two in ya ribs
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Ain't doin a bid; nah I'd rather hang from a sheet
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It's all love son, prove and let my man speak
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Truth is, you never know when it's your time to go
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We all famous and we got files, lettin you know
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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Aiyyo I seen it all from what the truth should be to what the truth is
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I think America been tryin to kill me for two years
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But I'm still alive, arrive under heavy surveillance
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Eyes be some ol' tel-lie-vision cameras, platinum gangster anthems
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Make the world wanna grab the magnum and BUST
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All we got is us, our family's the only one we trust
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Chronic and coke, smoke spearmints, study pyramids
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Dope in the heroin syringe when you hearin this
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I'm like a near death experience
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I open up your eyes and your minds to the lies they be givin us
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If we don't kill them, they killin us
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And I'm ready to die, but they still can't kill the love
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[Chorus]
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{*Pete Rock scratches to end*}
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If You Got Love
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Non Phixion |