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Kardinal
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The black bond with the Canadian I¡¯m in my nah nah
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but what tanks suit that war like Vietnam
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murder everything kiss em before you kill em
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though cowards are quick to miss quote I ain¡¯t for the ceiling bro
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one gun two fingers gun shot, boom
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when you thought I wasn¡¯t hot, I was still close to six 0¡Çs
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six bros said y¡¯all skip flows and double dot straight to the charts
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and I do balls black bond with the microphone
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murder and then bring it back to the life with the high paton
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people talking bout what¡¯s real hip hop day
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he said shit that¡¯s real stay dray
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I know you scared to say shit
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you know they ain¡¯t nice nigga scake round the truth I put em on ice
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truth is these niggas so scared to stand up they link up the people they used to this
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man up this kid ran up, crying up the breath
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set the game still need you but ain¡¯t nobody left
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just bunch of subliminal disrespect going on
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people shaking hands with them niggas they¡¯ve been shitting on
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I said why you think that I wanna be part of that
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that¡¯s why I chill for a little reflected on rap
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it¡¯s all Rnb trap enough check
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Frank all should more..and most that gun clap
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Word up, be yourself stop faking and pretending
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eventually all stories come in ending
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mean faces and lies and all your verses
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whenever a verse could wrath of your God¡¯s cursing
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I pull the string on a limit shit darkness
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I¡¯m living in the elegant Moroccan apartment
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politarian chicks sparking, convo week
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and I don¡¯t really care for her jogging
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balcony is windy, looking at the stars and
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I¡¯ll be on the handy uzzi and wibling
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Gucci pillow on the bed why she givin nuggy
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listen and I tripping off the Maxwell album island
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crystal and Spain bring a book about starling
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then I serenade it with a violin
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but shawty not qualify the beat took to that kind of out it
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gotta be a fly bitch to hang around that fly shit
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found out in..I got an eyes bitch Nazis
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in the real deal full spots on the constant
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pick the right one..to wash it
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life style and composites top not watches
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Rolexes.. shit I¡¯m coping
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ask she¡¯s been around duffle bag
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for what that fuck you cash
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get off the jet in heels and I cope your ass
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looking in my eyes saying you one lucky bastard
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rip your clutch you get finger fucked in the passenger
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I hit the dutch blow smoke and out
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music and laughter see us in the cuff flying pastor
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Ask cold, dress cold the changes her ..England
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back to the stars bang the labels in my closet hangin
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kind of wonder in the tundra, can humble the..when I come through to confront you
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let nothing slide, slide remarks you you must wanna die
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but you fronting while we all know you punky pie
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when we in the bunch we fly better and amerist
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to the bot to the shot I¡¯m cruise you conflict
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had the seek cause the storm taifoon you out
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you know what I¡¯m talking bout I¡¯ma fuck and..
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never sleep, never tie keep the sleep I tie
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who don¡¯t speak she quit so I could think conspire
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all my features..and sometimes sneakers
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..Miami time off in..is like I¡¯m allergic
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tonight..give it to you the..you could feel it
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Black Bond (Remix)
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Kardinal Offishall |