| Let it be known, you can’t keep a good man down
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| Hard time, hardly wear me down
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| The strong survive, what comes around, go around
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| When the going get rough, we ride, lord, hold me down
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| Blood, sweat and pain, take it and strive
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| Nothin to do, it’s breakin' my pride
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| My eyes on the prize, been through, tribulations and trials
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| I realize, I’m still gonna rise
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| I need one hundred percent, undivided attention
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| Provided you mention, Black Moon is back
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| And all the questions, like Smif-N-Wessun
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| Changin' their name to Cocoa Brovaz, did it ruin the track?
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| Let’s think back, like the song I made
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| So we can reminisce the rights and the all wrongs I made
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| Don’t get it twisted, I don’t progress shit
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| I don’t remember, but I don’t forget, shit
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| That’s how the game go, things get harder to spit
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| What’s real love, without pain, the part of the shit
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| Who knows, few blow, few will get dough
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| It’s the reason so many rappers never move with the flow
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| But I’ve shown, that I’m prone, to keep going
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| Cuz I flown, this goes out to you
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| This goes out to you
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| This goes out to you, and out to you
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| Who didn’t believe I wouldn’t achieve
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| My goals, yo, I’m so, out of control
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| I just don’t know
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| I started out with nothing, got a little talent
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| Came up with something, got a little violent
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| It was hardly thumpin', everybody fakin' moves
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| While I’m makin' moves and that party jumpin'
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| What part of me bluffin, huh? |
| I don’t see one
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| See guns, he run, leave sons with nothing
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| Stranded --- handle it, stress on my chest
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| Like a tight lamel lid, I just ---
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| Breathe in, breathe out, see what he about
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| And if there’s no cheese, we leave him out
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| Cuz niggas see the route that I’m on
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| Big movers for the kid to rule, everything abroad
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| See I was taught to write everything I saw
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| Been around the world, from the US to Singapore
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| You can learn a thing or more, from the veteran
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| No calm, wanna learn no more, just get a pen
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| Me and Dru hooked up in '93
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| Started out as a management, then a record company
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| Even then they wasn’t bumpin' me, but I ain’t give a fuck
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| Still represented, every time I had to give them Buck
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| On stage in the studio, or on screen
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| They stayed out of sight, out of mind, if you off the scene
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| Knah’mean, I do too much for me to be enlightened
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| That’s the reason, when you see me, you see me at night
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| Walkin', by myself, spliff lit by my lip, gun by my belt
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| Yellin' out, Duck Down is the label
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| Plus a million soldiers with me, nigga
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| Now that we able to make moves, and slay crews
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| And pay dues, cuz they rule
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| This goes out to you, this goes out to you |