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Look I'm tryin' to live right now |
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Make a better place for my kids, right now |
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Or get out my face is how it is, right now |
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All I wanna have is my own ******t, right now |
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So much go through my head all day |
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The game situation is be paid or played |
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I gotta eat the lottery is not for me it's homicide and robbery |
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And a twenty room mansion, buck-naked with a lot of freaks |
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It ain't cool if my people don't eat they part of the reason |
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I got away from all that bull******t, that thuggin' and thievin' |
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And as far as this |
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Cash Money ******t it's part of my blood |
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And we feed each other everyday by showin' 'em love |
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It don't matter what we came into we gonna stay blood |
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And whoever sleepin' on it dem dat's gonna wake up |
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I need dough to feed me and my people |
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To get a pie and eat special from, |
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Julio's****** ya boy, |
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I don't care, who he know |
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Just make sho', that he pay, who he owe |
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I ain't tryin' to be a bully |
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I just want what |
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I earnedHe's a hardheaded child and it's time to be learned |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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I've seen ******t that a child my age, shouldn'ta saw |
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They bustin' right over the backseat of a stolen car |
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I was seven they had to be about nine or ten |
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His momma |
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Fay she done ran through who's dyin' again |
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Damn but I don't really think she mean what she say |
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As soon as she smoke that crack, ******t done ****** with her head |
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Momma gon' love her kids, any place, anywhere |
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And if momma don't love her children, then momma need prayer |
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Durin' the struggles of my life |
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I learned to take heed to ******t |
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I paid attention to everything that went on in the bricks |
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All of the early morning rushes to the late night fights |
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I always visioned that one day this would be my life |
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Back then it wasn't gravy, the street wasn't right |
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Especially in our house, we didn't eat some nights |
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On come new technology these days and times |
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And it gave us other avenues and ways to grind |
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****** what you got ******, |
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I'm makin' mine |
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I messed up my first 'lil change, |
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I'ma be straight this time |
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To the fullest, always huntin', for it to spend |
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I went out and got it dawg, |
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I can do it again |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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Get off the block 'lil ****** this my spot 'lil ****** |
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I don't care what you got you get shot 'lil ****** |
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I been thuggin' and |
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I'm lovin' my life |
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The reason |
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I made it to here because |
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I been livin' trife |
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For spite stoppin' knockin' old ******z off |
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Tryin' to be the ******' boss and shotcall |
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Ride round in the toughest cars, double |
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R's******' over ******z don't want see me ball |
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Now which one of your peers wanna come do this |
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I ain't with all of that talkin' 'cause my gun do flip |
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Lift ******z off they feet when they run they lip |
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Tryin' to tell you 'bout people, tell you that chick's on chips |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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I'm straight off of the street that's why |
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I'm out chea bad |
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Comin' through yo' door with a bag and a |
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MagYou don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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If you don't like me ******, ****** come out |
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******, I don't like you either though ******-ass ****** |
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Boy-ass ****** what? |
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****** you in ya ass |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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You don't like me, yeah? |
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Well ****** you in ya ass |
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******z is pure ****** and they made me mad |
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Da da da, da da da da hahahaha |
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I don't like you either though |
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Punk, ******, candy-ass ****** |
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Wearin another ****** drawers ass ****** |
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Take it like a man ya heard me? |
