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V]
One of them is fat and
second one is black and
Third one's drunk and
fourth one slip and
one of is just shy
one is young and wise
homegrown battle tested you love these guys
brought the hood on them
the best story yet bonded against all odds
ain't no tearin them
swore (?) till death do in
even in they would do it again

[Ron
Who would ever thought six strands
would together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and go good
with some watermelon sellin coast to coast
across the seas everything we could
our tears our sweat our blood,

I am we are
we are I am
say
We are on a

Now your hands to the sky
up the music just ride
we representin
we are on a

we are I am
I am we are
Hey, its Nappy Day!
we are on a

Now throw hands to the sky
bounce to the we ride
we right
We are on a

[B. (R. Prophit)]
Now we stronger than wood, playa (we tougher leather)
Us yeaga's hustle together (uh uh not for the cheddar)
Look here we each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions we from the gutter
(white kangol white six stripped suit with the matching)
came from the ostrich blowin smoke out the nostrals
(havin trouble with student loans we for too long)
but now we can on put that on my tombstone
(we are because I am ain't to understand it)
far from a shootin star (rather on my planet)
respect (demanded)
to us nothing was
(play it as loud as you can and say just how we it)

[R.
out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus
by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly singin
on the charoselle
Spin on the ferris
Its floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish Scales

[Fish
Man, we straight
playas and real estates
weapons we put
we reachin out with nappy

[R.
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the

[Fish
Shrimp ala car red wine holly
Like soldiers comin
Watchin the war is gone
skys raining
singing out the nappy
get rid of
wash em away melodies
to ebonies
haitians to the

Deville]
As I jot down in my pad some day considered important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my first recording
it was like my soul to the devil
and I was him to keep it
but the true of this art form can't be confined to temptation and evil
lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real stuck around
so this a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay
Shit, I am gonna keep it 365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out that trap because the forest roots runnin deep

[Chorus fade]