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[Intro: Poppa Don]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh [Chorus: Poppa Don] Even if the world got it for me You`re the one thing, I still love, yeah As long as you loving me together We gonna make this money right Nigga, listen to your heart [Eyes Low] Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do These niggas actin` up in the hood So I gotta, strap it up in the hood When I`m sellin`, with the crew Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling Number 2, dealing is a team sport But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga`s dreams short And I ain`t try`nna get my dreams caught Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court It gotta be some better ways, keepin` my head up Cuz even Pop told me the`ll be better days Queens, where the weapons blaze Pores pour, war is war, I`m self made and ghetto raised Still I need a place to get away From all this drama and commotion, I`m sucked with all this ganja And I`m smokin`, uh, one day, I`ma shine But for now, it`s one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus] [Poppa Don] Sometimes we`ll listen to others And I can be wrong... Put a little love in bit of candy We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain But as long as it be all easy And there`s nothing we can do Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked I knew it was forever, oh oh oh [Eyes Low] Yo, now it`s hard for me on this nine to five From hustler to working man, I`m like a whole different person, man Who`d ever think I`d be this kind of guy? Taking orders ain`t good for my pride, I need a wood to get high Lost chicks, once stood by my side She a down individual, around, when it`s critical And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride See me going hard now, but gon` lounge in a minute Though I`m sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses Tracin` up divorces, that get raises in the office Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I`m flossin` Friends get upset, I don`t hang no more Said I changed since I ain`t been in the game no more Fuck it, I know one day I`ma shine But for now, it`s one day at a time, let the chorus rock [Chorus to fade] [Outro: Poppa Don] All my niggas, oh.. If I died tonight, don`t cry If I died tonight, just get high For me... yeah It`s that real shit man I`ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars Wake up a few A&R`s, go hard As long as you loving me together I`ma lock the game
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