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What what what what what!
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Chorus
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Holding the weight of the world, holding the weight of the world
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Weight of the world on my shoulders (rock, rock, rock, rock)
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[Verse 1 Buckshot]
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Yeah, I know you can relate to this shit right here,
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feelin like you got a lot of weight
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Sometimes you wanna bomb never hesitate, bomb first,
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hold ya head up yo, get up yo
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Got all these stressed out niggas with firearms
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Prepare, get ready they about to bomb
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First one hit usually an innocent civillian
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Shot by the elevator dead up in the building
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I'm illin' of the chill I got
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Through my spine last night when I heard the shot
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Took flight, cos I know that the Gods is right
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Telling me you gonna make it when there's hard in life
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And the stripes that you gain through the streets is pain
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No matter how many motherfuckers is slain
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Hold your head son, maintain
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Fuck getting the tumour in your brain
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Mutherfuck the rumour that you on came(?)
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Simple and plain, like piece of the pie
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It's the hustle to get yours, Nigga I can't lie
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I'm addicted to the high life, the wild life
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Make the stress go by easy, when the bomb right
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Chorus
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[Verse 2 5 ft]
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The weight of the world is on my shoulder
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But, everyday I wake I find myself I'm getting bolder
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As I annihilate, plus dominate
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Thinking of ways to rise up, like a republican prominent
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In the bomb state of thinking
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Sometimes, life is like quicksand, if not watching your step
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You end up sinkin
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So pay close attention, don't be blinkin'
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Cos you might miss the entire point of the words that we speakin'
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Chorus x 1
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Holding the weight of the world (bomb first)
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Holdin the weight on my shoulder (booya!)
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[Verse 3 Buckshot]
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The weight o' the world's on my shoulder
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I'm never gettin younger, only gettin older
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As I, walk the streets with stress
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Hold my head, cos the more I finesse
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Tap the plate on my bullet proof vest, YES!
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I'm strapped in tight,
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Cos I feel like some shit gonna happen tonight
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I been eyein' a lot of niggas, closin' up
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Eye on my jewellery, they frozen up (rock rock rock rock)
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Wanna stick me why? How come?
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Jealous cos my shit is sophis, I don't fuck wit' none of them
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Commercial rap get the Originno gunn clapp
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Believe me, stress on my brain, roll a sack of that
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Shit that'd make the devil dissolve
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Holdin the world spinning on my shoulders wit' no prob
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Chorus
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[Verse 4 5 ft]
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5 o' cock on the dot.
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I, I'm up performing callisthenics
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While the muslims are making salot (?)
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And the Devil plots
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The pressures of life got me rock
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Plus my ambitions fired up, I just can't stop
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Been singing broke too long, time for a new song
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Rest in peace to 2strong(?), cos reddaman is still new born
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The world's been warned
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You get tooken out like a pawn in this game
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Or get caught flashin' and flossin' at fame
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But, trials and tribulations force me, to claim what's mine
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Plus blow mine, (mine!) meaning!
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What I work and struggle hard for
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To the end of my existence, yes I'll die for
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The rules and regulations, all God's laws
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Laying it down, under the ground
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Until the surface hardcore
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Pushin' to become a rich man once poor
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Tell you to your face, you ain't ready for the war
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(rock rock rock rock)
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Weight Of The World
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