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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,592
Peak in subgenre #854
Author
lil duy and nemesis
Rights
2003
Uploaded
November 14, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
fake thugs are on there own in a state of confusion with half assed dreams of making it on top without the endurance to make it up so they only drop..
Lyrics
o:22
you gonna get to the top, you gonna do it on yo own//
aint no record company got the digits fo yo phone//
you gotta spit beat for beat and when the chembers empty you gotta
reload//
yo words your mind yo tears and life//
its not what you get its what you own//
0:39
fake thugs out there flashin their bling//
they claimin they rep their hood//
they get what they want and you dont see a thing.//
its ok though, it alright in the end, cause they end up dead without a
friend//
how would you wanna be known?//
a thug on streets or a legend among men?//
ill take the legend cause all you own is respect//
there aint no thing out there you have they cant get//
you gotta rise without help in this world of greed//
keep yo homies near cause they all you need//1:07
i cant stand these stupid fucks who bitch and whine//
they all run and cry and got guns so they can hide//
get their ass beat very soon then well see who's thug for life//
1:20
you gonna get to the top, you gonna do it on yo own//
aint no record company got the digits fo yo phone//
you gotta spit beat for beat and when the chembers empty you gotta
reload//
yo words your mind yo tears and life//
its not what you get its what you own//
1:34
make sure you stay on top and youll be sure last//
but we gotta see how long yo stabbed in the back//
20 inch rims wont help you get where yo goin//
calculus aint needed to do the math//
money aint gonna let you know what im knowin//
pay attention when im flowin//
you just might learn something then//
then maybe you might do something in this world//
gotta change fo the eyes of yo lil boys and girls//
we crying out here and you dont even listen//
wont even pay attention to the youth of the nation//
you fuckin it up for us and you dont even care//
why even question if you should bomb iraq?//
you gonna wait for another fuckin bomb attack?//
the god damn commies are take all our asian nations//
the fuckin government seems as if they all masterbatin//
four fingers down sit and twirl//
you retard punks who say fuck the world//
2:27
you gonna get to the top, you gonna do it on yo own//
aint no record company got the digits fo yo phone//
you gotta spit beat for beat and when the chembers empty you gotta
reload//
yo words your mind yo tears and life//
its not what you get its what you own//
DONT START TILL 2 44
da persistant nemesis preachin perils of da world//
spittin shit to real so ill, it makes yall hurl//
keepin it real is what we always end up doin best//
fake katz get a bullet aimed right at they chest//
over bein second best? i would gladly choose death//
screamin blastin enemies till theire aint none left//
d will stay blessed cuz dis is my time//
shinin up da darkness wit a blindin rhymez//
recognize its double j and we known to keep it locced//
yeh i threw away da key so show me whatchu got//
dont let da time pass all u fuccin fake kats//
sweatly like a sacc stayin stinky like my ass//
and a bottle of da gucci couldnt save yur soul//
its lil duy on a beat just to let yall faggats know//
hittin wit da tidal waves im known to rocc da boat//
when i step up on da stage of course i rocc da show//
when i flow wit double j it aint about da ho's//
its about da mic da beat and all our badass flowz//
now we leave you on yo own yah too young to survive//
moronic like da disco era stayin alive//
its two zero zero three and yeh dis is my era//
its hip hop down to music and appareal//
there aint no king of egypt but im known as tha pharoh//
fucc is lil duy lookin at chu with eyes narrow//
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