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On On On Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

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Well, it's the dip monk [Incomprehensible] execute parachute 

[Incomprehensible] this Gipp man, lovin' that orange brother 

Make you stay up all night, make ya eyes puffy 

Eyes wide like the back wheel of a Huffy 

 

Could never be ya cousin brother, rather be a relative 

In ya [Incomprehensible] seat-painted we could settle it 

DF the Family, below they still sellin' it 

Knickerbocker socker on the weekend type fella 

 

Black crow nest don't buck back 

Love jokes, getcha ass jacked, put the bullets in his dick 

Another comin' for the Excaliber hit 

That shit, who the next gon' dip with this? 

 

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In the middle of the ghetto, the rhythm of the rebel takin' over 

Country clubs and verbals, you'll try to censor it and stop it 

But we still won't settle, Pinnochio and Gepetto 

They tellin' lies to my fellow Americans 

 

Besides the heroines and heros, dope fiends and zeros 

The Dungeon Family steady jammin' as the beat goes 

We more familiar that the dirty ain't no equal 

My name is B-I-G and I keep me two of street hoes 

 

White Gutz, white wall tires, and white paint 

With so much love why do we need hate? 

'Cuz everybody plate ain't full, we got some empty plates 

Gotta grind till they give you yo' shine, you shake and bake like 

 

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Even when a G be bustin', ice-cold crushin' 

Ladies be touchin' and the club be rushin' 

For the stage, bitches see a second page in this chapter 

T-Mo bustin' bullets 'cuz I'm more than just a rapper 

 

Slash actor and producer on the news sir 

Pimp or breeder, strong house leader 

The game get deeper, sweeper, Yamaha creeper 

DF each a rider, like a wood driver 

 

With 'em on the court I'm hittin' jumpers outside-a 

Southwest rider, deep like a diver 

Rich like Pryor 

Ain't no higher 

 

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Witchdoctor come wit' it 

I'm your words from your heart beat skip 

Hit me, I'm workin' off my hip 

And I keep a box of extra clips 'cuz haterism is a trip 

 

And I come out the blue like a Crip 

And believe me asses'll get whipped 

Georgia's biggest mess 

My new born gon' drink milk from his momma's breast 

 

Fielders of this stress 

It was the music that took you 

Put you in a pot and cooked you 

If this was [Incomprehensible] I'd cook you 

 

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It's so gritty 

Mayside gladiator, blue and gold raider 

Southwest Alumini dwellin' in Decatur 

Skin ya like a gator, bust yo' head like a baked potato 

 

I can't stand on purpose tellin' you didn't know yo' poppa 

Now I hate her, so "Kiss the Game Goodbye" like Jada 

We comin' up like escalators 

And if you say you the best then we ten times greater 

 

Candy-ass and seeds 

Melt away like Now-and-Laters 

Erase yo' data! With this nigga chaser 

And if I have to, I'll hitchu with the maser 

 

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