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I wonder why there's so much hatred in this world today |
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You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters |
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Ain't gone make it to see another day |
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At the age of 12 I was on another page |
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I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay |
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My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was heading |
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Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed |
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I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police |
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Imagine a juvenile delinquent waitin' for a release date |
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Wait, it's easy for me to blame it on my surroundings |
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My folks raised me right, I just wanted to be the first fool pounding |
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Up and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac |
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But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain't all that |
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Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack |
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To get ya bread back, playa, I'm up on all that |
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Cause being broke ain't no joke, boost up ya confidence |
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There's two options:legal or illegal, you know the consequenses |
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Stay strong through all this drama, cause there's a remedy |
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This world is so corrupt, jealousy and envy |
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To all my folks in tha pen I'm sending this to you, ya know |
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Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole |
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The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness |
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Besides your brain and slangin' them thangs the only apparatus |
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Be that hot lead, I seen him yesterday but now my homie's dead |
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I hope I ain't going crazy, I know I ain't losing my head |
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No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt |
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You damn right, but see there's game plus a part of life |
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Got so much game to give they label my rap positive |
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Why not take advantage of that and give it back to my neighbourhood |
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Because them people wit them badges callin' themselves police |
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Be them same suckers going home selling hella weed |
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Everybody's human we need to live by the constitution |
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I ain't no dummy, behind them walls of congress someone's juicin' |
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How you think the streets get flooded wit guns and knifes and crack |
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Us blacks ain't got the type of machinery to deliver that |
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And the people that do kick back in mansions, pushing remotes |
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I ain't no hater, but man the law can't stand them folks |
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Once that crack hit this world a lot of us lost our minds |
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Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron |
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After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana |
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Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha ... |
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They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man |
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I'm just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down |
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I be around jsut like tha single |
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Twinkle twinkle who's tha star, how I wonder where you are |
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Stepped in tha back then test tha mic and break 'em off a proper ... |
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That's what I did for representing Cali, you know |
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I used to be local but now I'm a nation wide professional |
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Once I get home to tha Bay, six days are so boring |
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Down to call for my P.O. she wants to test my urine |
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Now I'm tryin' to think did I drink or did I smoke too much |
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Here I am in her office, I forgot to hide these bucks |
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Livin' beyond your means you know that's a violation, bro |
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Peace to all my homies across the world, stay off parole |
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Yeah, Pac, you know Ragtop we got love, man |
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