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Redemption
作词：Cory Mc Kay
Mmm, it's that shit right here, it's that big boy music, yeah man
Thinkin' of a master plan, me and my man
Hand to hand on the grind since a half a gram
Understand, even then you couldn't pass me hand
Was on the land all geared up and Dapper Dan
Around the year of them classic jams
I done seen niggaz get bitch slapped and ran
Word to yam, a few got rich and swam
While I was sunk with they G packs trying to pump
It's over, no closure, cars gave niggaz exposure
I was carried by Allah on his shoulders
Sober, my first AR in the hood
Would've stuck a muhfucker and bring his truck if I could
Understood I was strong headed
But them streets and them guns gave me the wrong fetish
Cool whatever, I'm here we can do whatever
From the cars to the clothes to the jewels, whatever
Why worry? I'll rest when I'm dead and I'm buried
So for now I'ma dress, get head and be merry
(Muthafuckers)
My mind's still in the grind, you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the lookout man
Playin' the corners to warn us as soon as he saw the blue van
My mind's still in the grind, you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the lookout man
Playin' the corners to warn us as soon as he saw the blue van
Plans to conquer the street
Branded in my head like the mark of the Beast
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My knowledge so ominous, I plot in my sleep
When I eat, my niggaz eat, we take the bitter with the sweet
If I die few'll cry, less'll do a bid with me
Once intrigued with money and fast cars
Stubbornly I sold crack to my man's moms
Suddenly it troubles me so I asked God
Forgiveness for past wrongs and future sins
Presently the coop I'm in
View as heavenly as the roof of sins
Like Vince Carter, I'm too intense
For [Incomprehensible]defense to stop me I abuse the rim
Anybody can ball, I do it to win
Son, it's do or die, all that other shit aside
Any sign of betrayal, my nine'll improvise
I spit the sickest rhymes, daydream of getting mines
Fuck scales and just as I tri-beamed to digitize
Pure white perrico, I cooked over a greasy stove
From Brooklyn to Queens to O-T, with keys I sold in a V
So cold when I hit the street, many people froze
My team deaded the block till it decomposed
And was under our complete control, to each his own
I don't sleep on niggaz in the street no mo
'Cause when shit hit the fan even Nino told
My mind's still in the grind, you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the lookout man
Playin' the corners to warn us as soon as he saw the blue van
My mind's still in the grind, you wouldn't understand
It's been a long time since we was going hand to hand
When the block was too hot we had the lookout man
Playin' the corners to warn us as soon as he saw the blue van
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