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Busta Rhymes
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
M. Gomez
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T. Smith
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Busta Rhymes
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DJ Shok
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Arden Altino
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Yeah, this next joint right here {*inhales, exhales*}
Is dedicated to all my **** that I love
All the **** that held it down with me through the whole shit
From the beginnin' of the fort, to the now current day of the fort
From the beginnin' and the birth of this whole shit
To the now success of this whole shit
And all my peoples that be holdin' it down for they peoples
Ridin' with them through thick and thin, love y'all ****
Peep it
(1, 2!) Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(1, 2!) All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my ****
(1, 2!) Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(1, 2!) All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my ****
Now, this how the shit all started
Was like doctors allege, I was being conceived kinda retarded
Like, and while my moms was conceivin' this beautiful baby
Doctors misleadin' this woman, stressed out the Jamaican lady
Pops beef and straight carryin' on
Nobody realizin' how the god was now bein' born
Ayo, yo (1, 2)
While they was wildin' and shit
They couldn't even find my pulse, sonogram on the frisk
So, they tried a natural birth, but had to stop production
Baby stuck all up in the womb, another malfunction
(1, 2)
And now the doctors discover
They had to cut this lady gut, and C-section me out of my mother
Pop Duke could only sit and ask why
Looked up in the sky and begged for mercy from the most high
C'mon, now (1, 2)
See, now the day would feel blessed
Watchin' the birth of a precious baby life manifest
See how that bugged me out
(That shit, that type shit be buggin' me out 'cause...)
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(Y'know ****, **** look back...)
(1, 2!) (To them days when you know shit is kinda ill like, y'knawmean?)
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my ****
(****, **** like fall out, y'knawmean?)
(1, 2!) Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my **** (Motherfuckers is– **** live long enough to look back and shit, and...)
(1, 2!) All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my **** (Laugh and shit, y'knawmean?)
Young and learnin' shit, that started this thick
Started inquiring a lot, started using my dick
Like I knew it all, but I wasn't really knowin' and shit
Buggin' when my pubic hairs started growin' and shit
Now hold up, a young **** now, a couple years pass
Searchin' desperate to experience my first piece of ass
Now, gettin' into mischief and caught my first arrest
Started smokin' weed and started totin' on them cigarettes
Eyes bloodshot, like I was starin' at a highbeam
**** only twelve, so why he lookin' like he nineteen?
(1, 2) The fast life, baby
Young with an old soul, from the past life, baby
A young **** wanted things and wanted money quick
Ambitious on the M-track, with a quarter brick
My **** (1, 2) – it got hot in the streets
My **** campaign the cops who started walkin' the beat, my ****
Trouble causin' too much problems, just me and my brother
Made mommy a grandma and shacked up with my babymother
Now it a seed, I was always ready to clap shit
Strugglin', so then I start fuckin 'round with this rap shit
Moved to Long Island and got up with a few ****
Believe we could show the world we was the Leaders Of The New, ****
A crew of **** that was hot like an infirmary
Blazin' 'til they started actin' like bitches internally
So now, Flipmode is how we own it fo' sho
Tried to fuck with ****, but I couldn't do it no more
Fo' rilla (1, 2)
And then I got with some ****
Always wit' it to multiply the gross and double the figgas
And then I – hit with bombs and hold a stack in my palms
Whippin' Bentleys, floss icy shit and take care of Moms
Give the local little old man a job as my chauffeur
Hold it down for all my **** 'til the movement is over
It's kinda beautiful
1, 2 (Yeah, y'knawmean?)
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(How we have acquired – so much)
1, 2 (Where we can look back and, and actually, laugh and lavish)
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my ****
(In the, in the, in the moment)
1, 2 (As we prime in life)
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(Look at how we, we struggled all this way and went through the bullshit)
1, 2 (Motherfuckin'... the little obstacles)
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my **** (Situations be tryn' set up for **** to, to fuckin' fall off...)
1, 2 (And lose they hard earned shit, y'knowimean?)
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(I holds it down for my **** though)
1, 2 (Give my last to my ****)
All the things I do, you know I will hold my flags for you, my ****
(All the **** that was wit' me through the whole shit)
1, 2 (Love y'all ****, word)
Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
1, 2 (My Flipmode ****, man)
All the things I do, you know I will hold my last for you, my ****
(1, 2) Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****
(Fuck that)
(1, 2) All the things I do, you know I will hold my last for you, my ****
(1, 2) Every time I sit and take a look at how we grew so much, my ****, ****, ****, ****...
Written by: M. Gomez, T. Smith

