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Lyrics for Up Lift by Rakim:
| | | Artist: | Rakim |
| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | Up Lift | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 112 | | | | Lyrics: | (1st verse)
Levantore!
Yeah, it's just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level
Wish they was a rebel with cerebral metal
Inflex the bezzle with the peddle to the metal
In a thug's paradise where love have a price
So we love for life like thugs love the night
They sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights
Some hug mics to the world, hung like
parasites
The likes lethal, the mics lead you
A sneak preview, watch what we do and what
the hood teach you
I still see through the eye of a needle
So I can watch people cause
slug backwards is evil
(2nd verse)
Levantore!
Yo, what's this? Yo bust this.
Yo it's time to up lift
They think all we do is bust clips and puff splifs
And plush whips
and clutch chips and touch chicks
Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog blocks
Taunt cops
with more props and we want not
Panhandling with your mans and them
Scrambling, gambling,
plans to win
While the cops clock em, thieves flock em
Women watch em, traders wanna top
em
Ay yo what's the problem
Before the narcs knock em opposite playas plot to rob em
The ghetto got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom
(3rd verse)
Levantore!
Ghetto alert, let's do whatever work to get rid of the curse
We went from 1st to America's
worst
On this competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth
There's more prize for one
another, and call shots
12:00 til the next ball drop
All year around plus they shuffle non
stop
You think it's rough at the bottom, it's even rougher on top
My peeps gonna have to
reach and turn for me
And everybody's side of the street'll be celly
Ain't nothing funny,
burn plenty and burn money
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