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(feat. Big Punisher, Deuce) [Rah Sun] To all my peeps in the penetentiary Free eventually, spiritually and mentally We had to rep essentially While you was on dissin ground We was holdin fort down Shit is so real I'm even back and forth to court now We all struggle in the jungle for a bundle Awaitin the day, til the whole earth crumble It's like a royal rumble in the streets now When cats blaow four pounds see trial nobody be around Just the other day my brother Kwan got bagged Three half ounces, three nickel bags in his ass No doubt Son, shit is on smash, we want cash to lamp like my cousin Thrash, with mad G's in his stash So hold your head Dunn, and have no fear Cause when the drama appear, you know the fams'll be there You know the fams'll be there You know the fams'll be there [Chorus: Deuce] Whenever you call, I'll be a, I'll be a I'll be around (you know the fam'sll be there) Letras de cancionesWhatever you want, I'll be a, I'll be a I'll be around (you know the fams'll be there) Whatever you need, I'll be a, I'll be a I'll be around (you know the fams'll be there) I'll be arowwww-owwwwwwww-owwwwwwwnd I'll be a, I'll be a, I'll be around (you know the fams'll be there) [Big Punisher] My Twinz already know, I'm always amped and ready to roll Lendin me dough for Pampers when it was twenty below That's how I know who to trust That's how I know for who to bust To shoot as many a clan concerned from Clue to Clutch Who the fuck said that color matter? Your own brother blacker than black'll leave you in the gutter splattered It's automatic now with all the static Only a coward or a faggot hides his flowers in the attic I keep em close, to shine to blossom, try to floss em Cried every time I lost one, fake niggaz come a dime a dozen That's why I'm buggin, shorties is luggin heavy metal Just call me a rebel cause I'ma keep reppin for every ghetto For better or worse, up in the Jetta it hurts I'ma keep reppin my niggaz til I'm dead in the earth I'm settin the first, if niggaz want it we can three pound rock Give me a call, you know the Big Pun'll be down [Chorus] [Rah Sun] All decisions is made, we made it past twelveth grade Health, wealth in the shade - whole team is paid Even all the green beret's keep shit locked More cheddar than Fort Knox, think not, we tryin to own spots Yachts, cribs by the water, blessing My little sons and my future daughter, I oughta To everybody that didn't have faith, _I'll Be Missing You_ like Biggie, for tryin to shit on no fair one's committee From sun-up to sundown, the glock up to glock down Call my name! I'll be around.. You know the fams'll be there [Chorus x3: to fade] From Letras Mania