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It's way past the days of the deuce
me & you stays a crew
only a few percent know what me & you went through
we've been sent to dominate these corny come-lates
& set this crooked rap shit straight
from Crenshaw to Castlegate
like Pete & CL, I reminisce over days
from the streets of Boston to New York & all the ways
for certain niggas to blow up & crime paid
but my praise goes to the most high
'cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
Some stuff I got into
really scarred my mental
pops wasn't tryin ta hear it cause what he been through
Still like my nigga Havoc said
sometimes you gotta hit ya crew off
so they can make some bread
cause no matter the weather niggas be needing cheddar
and things in this world are more fucked up than ever
so let's make this bond to keep this hip hop strong
you a man, baby-pops, you know right from wrong
so stay outta trouble & that goes for me too
that's what we need to do
that's my advice to you...
You remember what happened last time when you got knocked
doing ya thing sellin shit up on the block, you need to stop
'fore you get caught again
or you get shot & I lose another friend
**any man with a plan is precise with his life**
**think twice**
My advice to you, cut down on champagne & booze
for a nigga like me most time's that shit's bad news
it's like lighting a fuse whether in sneakers or shoes
cause a lot of ya'll wanna step up to start a feud
it's like settin' it off but not the movie
plus let's get some real women, forget floozys & da groupies
cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
and the bullshit don't stop long as the world's revolving
and I recall when niggas knew my pops had clout
but they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out
and they were seeing if I wanted to come bubble wit them
and make my ends triple & double with them
& get in trouble with them
now memories of them...I wear 'em in my heart like an emblem
I doubt we'd ever be big time selling dope, coke, or dust
it's killin us, let's take our people to make an exodus
anihilation, inhalation through the lungs
or extermination by the use of dirty guns
triple beam dreams & drug schemes with mad cream
could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme
**any man with a plan is precise wit his life**
**think twice**
...my advice is to you...
me & you stays a crew
only a few percent know what me & you went through
we've been sent to dominate these corny come-lates
& set this crooked rap shit straight
from Crenshaw to Castlegate
like Pete & CL, I reminisce over days
from the streets of Boston to New York & all the ways
for certain niggas to blow up & crime paid
but my praise goes to the most high
'cause some nights I got so wild yo, I almost died
Some stuff I got into
really scarred my mental
pops wasn't tryin ta hear it cause what he been through
Still like my nigga Havoc said
sometimes you gotta hit ya crew off
so they can make some bread
cause no matter the weather niggas be needing cheddar
and things in this world are more fucked up than ever
so let's make this bond to keep this hip hop strong
you a man, baby-pops, you know right from wrong
so stay outta trouble & that goes for me too
that's what we need to do
that's my advice to you...
doing ya thing sellin shit up on the block, you need to stop
'fore you get caught again
or you get shot & I lose another friend
**think twice**
for a nigga like me most time's that shit's bad news
it's like lighting a fuse whether in sneakers or shoes
cause a lot of ya'll wanna step up to start a feud
it's like settin' it off but not the movie
plus let's get some real women, forget floozys & da groupies
cause they spell mad problems from Watts to Harlem
and the bullshit don't stop long as the world's revolving
and I recall when niggas knew my pops had clout
but they didn't know my sorry ass was gettin kicked out
and they were seeing if I wanted to come bubble wit them
and make my ends triple & double with them
& get in trouble with them
now memories of them...I wear 'em in my heart like an emblem
I doubt we'd ever be big time selling dope, coke, or dust
it's killin us, let's take our people to make an exodus
anihilation, inhalation through the lungs
or extermination by the use of dirty guns
triple beam dreams & drug schemes with mad cream
could be a sad scene when you go to that extreme
**any man with a plan is precise wit his life**
**think twice**
...my advice is to you...
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