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DJ Khaled - "Born N Raised"
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Born & Raised... (Chi) Born & Raised... (Town) Born & Raised In That City I Stay (Yep)
Born & Raised... (Chi) Born & Raised... (Town) Born & Raised In That City I Praise (Yep)
Born & Raised... (Chi) Born & Raised... (Town) Born & Raised In That City I Stay (Yep)
Born & Raised... (Chi) Born & Raised... (Town) Born & Raised In That City I Praise (Okay)
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Wut up to the 312, and that 773 / Here we do what we do, so muhfuck what cha tellin me
We chasin cheddar, but make it better by sellin keys / I pray for fella's in jail cellars wit felonies
The weather breeze on the block in them summer days / It's plenty fiends on them rocks, but they wanna pay
I'm gonna say what I feel, and I'm feelin pretty good / See where I stay is the nitty gritty that's really hood
You could come round these killers and thieves / Gorilla's and G's, so tell me if you willin to feed
That thirst for blood, my space so diverse wit thugs / I learned to love my place, cuz since birth I was
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This is the home of the gangsta culture / Fulla... GD's & Stones plus it's gangs of vultures
That'll lift up yo dome if yo dough look long nigga / Leave it alone less you tryna see a long trigga
That make ya bones shiver, you better chill homie / Let's keep it real, it's concealed, but it's still on me
See nigga's real phony, and some switch sides / Some dudes tip 40's, others just grip nines
So when we ride, we gon ride till we all die / And when we die, they gon cry, but we all tried
I'm all tied up steady tryna network / Feelin real fired up, tell me what cho neck worth?
You betta flex first, fore you catch a second hand / Cuz what these fists can't do, nigga a weapon can
I bet cha mans wont come up to save ya / When I send that ass up to my savior, be afraid of me
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This be our fuckin yard, best believe we run it hard / From Murderville, to Goon-Town, up to Humboldt Park
We come from all across, every set caught a loss / Big whips a lotta gloss, get chips, you gotta floss
You do a lotta talk, lemme see ya move / Bring a lotta chalk, all I see is food
We the realest dudes, ya'll some fake thugs / We be squeezin tools, ya'll gon take slugs
So gon and hate cuz, attention is easy / I'm feelin ya freeze me, ice grillin me greasy
A million is breezy, it's snowin' like Jeezy / We roll in the precincts, they post in the PJ's
It needs sayin because, the beats playin, and uh.. / We ain't fakin, keep on waitin, we gon take it from ya
So you can say what cha want, it won't phase me / Water from the gutter just bathes me, that makes me
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