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get by (jeanius level musik vol. 2 remix) - talib kweli lyrics

[intro: 50 cent]
som’ for the hood, ya know (yeah)
it’s not fair
nuttin’ crazy
little som’ som’ (dig!)
yeah, 50 cent (international ballers!)
g*unit radio
we out the hood, you in the hood

[verse: 50 cent]
i, sit and twist the lye
just to get high
n*ggas is gon’ die
why ask why?
homie, it is what it is
i handle my biz’
i put that on my kid, i don’t forget i heard you
put a sh*ll in ya wig
hollow tip from my sig
leave a hole in you bigger than big, n*gga you dig
i know where n.o.r.e. live, you live by n.o.r.e. crib
you talkin’ all that sh*t, n*gga you better move your kids
[?] [?] tony
don’t you f*ck me you little monkey, irv let chu talk, you jackass, you f*ckin’ little donkey
you lied to suge
then you lied to prince
you got ’em thinkin’ i won’t pop n*ggas and hop a fеnce
i spoke to scarface, i spokе to bun b
they gave me they blessings, they said “man get your money
man we ain’t call you snitch, man we ain’t mad you rich, man keep on makin’ hits, and f*ck that other sh*t”
could it be that you mad? jealous a n*gga holdin’?
g*unit records, radio
g*unit clothing
g*unit films
g*unit books
g*unit sneakers
i’m off the hook
[verse 2: mos def & jay*z]
brooklyn wins again
it’s the stuy, it’s the bush, them n*ggas again
ta’ kweli, mighty def, and s. dot on the guest lock
kanye, you’re the dopeman of hip*hop, now let’s rock
and roll out, n*ggas (roll out), my hometown n*ggas (ouu, ouu!)
i get it good in your hood, so slow down, n*ggas
watch the speed, though, mind your pedal and ease off
or screech off into a collision course with these walls (bam!)
you don’t move, don’t pray, don’t lose
don’t sleep, life passing, light flashing, life happens
that fast, part of done, black hands up in prayer
black guns up in fear, dying wish is to touch the air
seekin’ heaven that wasn’t here
eyes will not see another year, it’s another day
it’s the same fight, different round, sound the bell
mix it up in victory, you live it up, the beat’ll get risen up
you’re knocked down, then get back and get it up
get off of queer street and get with us (ha)
and get clear where we did it, from the heart, from the people
from the top, from the jeep, from the gut, from the street
from my soul to the mic to the essence
so in my absence, you feel the presence—exactly
i make contact—for short, i mc (mos!)
me and mine we don’t just get by, we get free (n*gga!)
and that’s ready
[verse 3: jay*z & kanye west]
just to get by, n*gga, i sold coke, n*gga, i pushed lah
carried a four*five, claimed i was ready to die
promised never to cry, held it all inside
reality was too much to take, so i
kept my mind fried, slept for most of mine
soon as i closed my eyes, then i woke up behind
thinking either i load up these nines, or blow up with rhymes
‘cause this flow of mine is like blow up, but lines of coca
and your folks think hov’ just wrote stuff to rhyme
nah, i’m a poster from what happens seeing your moms
doing five dollars worth of work just to get a dime
so pardon my disposition
why should i listen to a system that never listened to me?
picture me working mcdonald’s (yeah, yeah)
i’d rather pull a mac on you (ugh, yeah)
sorry, ms. jackson, but i’m packin’, bye!

[verse 4: kanye west]
yeah! it’s somethin’ about that nina simone piano flow
it’s like a michelangelo painted a portrait of maya angelou
and gave it to a sick poet for they antidote
if music get ya choked up, this is the tree and the rope
this is chi, n*gga, i’m mr. all*of*that
f*ck a map, let’s put this b*tch on the almanac
dice, what they hittin’ for, lacs what you sittin’ on
tracks who you spittin’ on, rap ’til we get it on
and don’t let n0body with the power to sign
ever tell you you ain’t got the power to rhyme
they used to tell me, “toughen up, put some bass in your voice!”
they used to tell me, “lighten up, put some mase in your voice!”
lord willin’ i ain’t k!lled n0body
but i have a feelin’ this album that i’m gonna make a k!llin’
or not a shilling, this is love*it*or*hate*it music
but—at least we made it music
and we didn’t make it industry, this is gon’ be interesting
this’ll be the end of me, or i’m finna be an entity
kanye, jay*z, mos def, and kweli
we are not makin’ songs no more, we’re makin’ history
[chorus: background singers + (talib kweli)]
this morning i woke up
feelin brand new, i jumped up
feelin my highs and my lows
in my soul, and my goals
just to stop smokin’ and stop drinkin’
but i been thinkin’ i got my reasons
just to get (by), just to get (by)
just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)
(just to get by, just to get by)
(just to get by), just to get get buh buh buh bye bye

[verse 5: talib kweli]
we keep it gangsta, say ‘fo shizzle’, ‘fo sheezy’
desensitized by the violence on the tv during the war
k!llin’ each other is easy, its pourin’ liquor for fallen n*ggas
believe me, it’s ghetto libation, seen it all before
just to get by, my people, we get fly
my people, we get high, fillin’ cigars with the lah
n*gga, come on! even jesus was stoned
before receivin’ the throne
i send a rest in peace to nina simone

[verse 6: busta rhymes]
back in the days we was used to doin’ the sh*t
i can’t call it all in the streets
we was hustlin’ fiends that asked for it
i guess i was used to just standin’ on corners
waitin’ for paper bags with bundles of crack
hopin’ the week was good, so i could get money back
(to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
when i was stressed i possessed a side of my strength
that made me angry and bleed
with the frustration havin’ me smokin’ newports and weed
(to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
those be the times when i try to rely
on my n*ggas and street mothaf*ckas
and reach out to wifey, and then i place a call on my mother
(to get by, just to get by, just to get by, just to get by)
*ayo, mom, pick up the phone, i gotta to talk to you, ma*
if you was five percent instead of actin’ stupid and guessin’
you had to go and study your lessons
and know your math in the building in session

[chorus: background singers + (talib kweli)]
this morning i woke up
feelin brand new, i jumped up
feelin my highs and my lows
in my soul, and my goals
just to stop smokin’ and stop drinkin’
but i been thinkin’ i got my reasons
just to get (by), just to get (by)
just to get (by), just to get (get buh buh buh bye bye)

[outro: talib kweli]
some people try, some people try
just to get by, for my piece of the pie
we love to eat and get high
we deceive when we lie
and we keepin’ it fly – yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
when people decide to keep a disguise
can’t see your eyes, see the evil inside
the best people you find
stronger people in mind
i stay readin’ the signs

- talib kweli lyrics

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