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    Smith Bros. 12"




    Word up, unc's is a live nigga
    Hey, Uncle, uncle! What up baby?
    Yeah, yeah, I need a pair of kicks, pa
    Hold me down, man, for real, for real, for real
    You know I'm ya nephew, nigga
    Word up, word up, uncle, uncle, uncle
    Yeah, fuck them niggas, homey


    For years, he had the coast's on lock
    Jamaicans make bread, Cubans call him pop
    Was a young O.G., considerate, fly gangsta anxious
    His face is rude, that made him more dangerous
    Went suddenly blind, he couldn't see faces
    He rock glaciers, well known in strange places
    Been killin' niggas, all ages
    Paid his way up out of court cases, extortin mazes
    Love stay greens, livin' in Queens
    Cousin named Dahoom, who you, nigga I'm Team
    Dressed real ill proper, when he locked up
    Playin' the wall, one foot up, what, the kid was into soccer
    Love family, nigga in Miami, right, Air Force's on
    Four horses smokin' on china white, they bad
    He had the Shaft look, Marina Del Ray
    He had cribs hooked, he had nasty books
    Him and his right hand, worth a hundred in the can
    Little short Dominican, little Duran was fam
    Eyes bloody, pop Visine and he studied
    Gave rides to me, dropped me and Old Earth in Brooklyn
    I mean Brook-lan, a super crook don off the hook
    He had the juks look, and he loves Benzes and gongs
    Get wands, daddy, Yukon, grow up get on's daddy
    Be sure, watch for, eat all that, daddy
    Yeah, youngin's, supposed to marry
    Don't play me close, kept the loot in his boats, he threw the toast at me
    I wanted to be with him badly
    Had me like a little nigga, runnin' with wolves, they all glow gladly
    Heavenly, now he seventy, got rich representin' me
    He won't throw me no cash, play pool, baby
    I be like, ooh, no you didn't, baby, get drunk money
    You's a slick dude, baby, slip through, baby
    Yeah, I'm on, makin' records now, I be gettin' money after you gone
    He's a Don, slick Juan, Marijuan', Don Juan
    Eatin' Caribbean food, feedin' me wrong
    Breathe from the tongue, Chef you live
    Make these niggas realize you gon' be number one





    He's a high roller
    {Yeah ya nah say he a big Don King}
    He's a shot caller
    {You remember this, he a lethal}
    He's a slick talker
    {I a 'member that look in a ya face}
    He's a big baller
    {Remember a fool and his money shall soon part}
    (Wise words he spoke to me, look how it's suppose to be)
    {Ya know a say a long time me a watch ya rude boy}
    (yes Don, yes Don)
    {And ya know say me a look in a ya face and know say you a smart
    Uh, listen, a ya know say the streets are hard
    Ya know say life is a struggle
    Boy, it can't be when you look a certain way
    You can't look a certain way when ya a deal with certain men
    Life too hard to deal with the fuckery rude boy
    Think smart, you a Don now
    You a Don now, deal a certain way}
    (Big up Dread)
    Last edited by beautifulcock; 03-12-2011 at 02:57 AM.
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