feat. Ty-N
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[Intro: Killah Priest (Ty-N)]
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Uh, yeah, uh uh, uh uh, yo (uhhhh uhhhhhhhh uhhhhh)
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Uh uh, I miss you (Miss you)
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To Marcus, uh uh, Kev (Won't forget you)
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Y'know I'm sayin
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I C U When I Get There
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[Killah Priest]
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We came a long way from duckin strays
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My niggas laid in the alley ways
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Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed
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But now I'm different, somethin new today
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I'm seein bright tunnels, bein My Life, crumbled before
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Now I'm restored I wanna see more
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Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore
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It looks life heaven just opened it's doors, shinin on me
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I'm like a diamond homey (yeah), yo...
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So many eulogies we heard, usually leads to the urb'
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Ease the nerve, but I believe in readin the word
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Takin head from the man that's feedin the birds
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The broaden my horizon, it's hard survivin
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I'm job replyin, I keep strivin, I keep tryin
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I'm tryin to turn defeat to Triumph
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There's no place in this jungle for weak lions
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Politicians and preachers, they keep lyin
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The streets supplyin, how many times do I have to heat the iron?
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Every night there's a gunfight
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Fuck misery, I wanna see sunlight
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I wanna know at the end that my son's all right
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Yo, and to all my fallen soldiers, that's no longer here
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I C U When I Get There
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I reminisce on the R. Kelly +I Wish+
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Yo, right now I'm writin the remix
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Y'all heard the stories of the miseries
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Rivals between enemies, there's no love or no sympathy
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Y'all heard the stories of the stress, death through debts
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Project sex and welfare cheques, with Tecs
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Automatics, y'all saw the graphics
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Well, I know y'all had enough of that shit
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I wanna see thrones, I want a land of my own
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I want a zone, finally found my way back home
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Sit back and relax, readin my poems
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While the sunlight hit and gleam off the stones
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It's only natural, I want castles and black jewels
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I want statues and marble floors
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That's what I have toppers for
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Open up Solomon doors
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Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
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Say my name, dollars just pour
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Not that fake paper money
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But the coins that they take from mummies
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Everybody in my world 'bout the age of 20
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Smell a rose, taste the honey, no achin tummies
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I could write about my miserable life, critical nights
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Fought physical in the spiritual fight
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Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white
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Let me tell you what my visuals like
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Insights of a High Priest, mind's deep as the blue sea
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Purple robe, brown Cuffie is all beauty
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Absorb the ruby from yours truly, truly
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[Outro: Killah Priest (Ty-N)]
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Yo, I C U When I Get There, yeah (C U When I Get There)
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Yo, I C U When I Get There
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For all my homies over here (oh no no, I don't know how long it may be)
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I C U When I Get There
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Pull out to Mark and Kev
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Bob Marley here, Marvin Gaye, uh, yo
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I C U When I Get There
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To all my homies, straight up done over here
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I C U When I Get There, yo (I'm just tryin to make a change to My Life)
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You move that, yo
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You know 1 and 2ers
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On the tracks
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Doin it ups (I know I know I know, you'd like to see your homie)
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I C U When I Get There
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All the great ones
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Marion where you at?
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Want you on the track
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I C U When I Get There, huh (C U When I Get There)
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Yo, yo, yo
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I have been an inspiration to My Life
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I C U When I Get There
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C U When I Get There
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Killah Priest |