| Hey yo, I never lie, rhymes is knives ready to sever guys
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| Never try, that nigga Ruck is a fuckin' better fly
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| Identify yourself, walkin' in my perimeter
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| I get rid of ya, with two shots from the dillinger
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| Who’s willin' to, try to step to
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| Tall Sean? |
| I wet you, that’s my word to my nephew
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| Dante, word is bond, listen to what the Gods say
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| Grew up the hard way, wearin' nat clothes from hallways
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| But now the Gods say, get that high when the drum blaze
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| With bum bitches that run tricks like fuckin' card games --
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| I shouldn’t listen to what my mom say
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| Police squads, they can harass me, never a calm day
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| Hold your head, boy, you know it’s hard
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| You hold the weight of the planet, it’s your job, you God
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| Hold your head, boy, I know the shit’s still bad
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| Hold your head, boy, you know a nigga got your back
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| You gotta hold on, God, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’mma try
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| I can’t lie, I’m kinda fucked up since my momma died
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| Can’t decide right from wrong, nights too long
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| Seem like Big Ruck have a fight with Sean
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| It’s like you’ll never part two, you know that
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| I go to the doctor for advice, he keep givin' me prozac
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| That’s so wack, the only thing that Sean deserve
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| Is some weed, money and pussy, to calm my nerve --
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| Here, here, levitate on this son, what the hell
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| When the going gets tough? |
| The tough puff l’s
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| It’s a known fact, whatever doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
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| Think I’mma let you quit? |
| You dead wrong, bro
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| I know shit’s berzerk, shit is crazy, got me holdin' heat again
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| Just came home, fightin' with police, again
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| Son, they testin' me, but never let them get the best of me
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| I ain’t even do shit, plus I been stashed the weapon, see
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| The whole world a broke fool, it ain’t cool
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| That’s why in the ninety-now, the rules are 'fuck the rules'
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| Feel like I’m psychic, watchin' all the shit, I dream again
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| Make me wish I never dream, let the madness begin
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| Hold your head, boy, you know it’s hard
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| You hold the weight of the planet, it’s your job, you God
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| Hold your head, boy, do it for M.F.C.,
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| Hold you head, boy, without you there would be no me
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| Hold your head up, high
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| Keep ya face to the sky
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| Things are gonna get better
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| After all that
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| Hold your head up, high
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| Don’t let life get you down
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| We’re always go together
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| I promise, we’ll make it by
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| I promise, we’ll make it by |