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Staring at the world through my rearview |
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Just looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean? |
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Starin... |
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Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops |
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*************z is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop |
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I wonder when the world stopped caring last night |
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Two kids shot while the whole block staring |
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I will never understand this society, first they try |
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to murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed |
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All my homies trying ****, now the little baby's |
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crazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies |
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flee when they see me, believe me |
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Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen |
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Through the intermissions search your heart for a plan |
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and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again |
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I give a holla to my *************z in the darkest corners |
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Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya |
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One love from a thug ************* rollin with a posse |
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full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend |
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I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true |
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While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see) |
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[repeat 2X] |
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(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview |
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Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you |
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I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we) |
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Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my mother*******s |
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[repeat 2X] |
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[E.D.I.] |
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Now you see him, now you don't, some *************z |
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be here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em? |
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Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery |
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But all I know I never let the money get to me |
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Stay down like the, truest |
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Thug Life until I check out this *************, I thought you knew this |
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Who is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to |
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While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview |
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Half you, is down with them Outlawz |
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Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws |
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But still we keep ma*************n til our dreams come through |
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Starin at the world through my rearview |
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[Tupac] |
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Now I was raised as a young black male |
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In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales |
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Caught a ************* so they send me to these overpacked jails |
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In the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me? |
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Keys to ignition, use at your discretion |
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Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection |
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*************z hate me in the section from years of chin checkin |
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Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons |
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Heavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter |
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cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya |
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Talk to my guns like they fly ******* |
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All you bustas best to run look at my ******* |
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Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true |
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Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say) |
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[repeat 2X] |
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(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview |
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Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you |
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I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die |
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Gettin high, watchin time fly - |
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and all my mother*******s/************* can die |
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[repeat 2X] |
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[Khadafi] |
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Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers |
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Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers |
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Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned |
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in school, on some Million Man March *************t for the piece/peace |
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True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed |
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Criminally addicted, infested since a seed |
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We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run |
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by young guns, Outlawz and truants, *************t's deep |
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Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go |
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Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough |
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So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew |
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Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview |
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[Tupac] |
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Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview |
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So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin |
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The world, the world is behind us |
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Once a mother******* get an understanding on the game |
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and what the levels and the rules of the game is |
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Then the world ain't no trick no more |
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The world is a game to be played |
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So now we lookin at the world, from like, behind us |
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*************z know what we gotta do, just gotta put our mind to it and do it |
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It's all about the papers, money rule the world |
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******* make the world go round |
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Real *************z do they wanna do, ************* *************z do what they can't |
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Starin at the world through my rearview |
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Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you |
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I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die |
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Gettin high, watchin tïme fly, ya know/and we'll be |
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