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Hey yo, check dis dope ass beat out |
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Willie back in da muthafuckin house and i got my niggas |
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Da menace clan on dis one to help me out |
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And we representin our god damn selves |
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Cuz how da fuck |
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You gona tell me how to get to where i'm goin |
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When you dont know where da fuck you goin |
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Man das da blind leadin da muthafuckin blind |
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I could'v been a leader not a follower a coach not a balla |
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I could've had progress |
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I could've lived wit less stress |
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But i took it upon myself and played da card i wuz delt |
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Thought about my self |
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Fuck everyone else |
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And they said fuck me too |
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But it was cool like that |
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See my mission was paper chasin and puttin da hood aon da map |
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Now i've done been there |
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Done that |
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Took one step and dew back |
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For da life i wuz takin |
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Wut da fuck wuz i thinkin |
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Should'v slowed it down but i wuz speedin |
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And i wuz stuck with a code |
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And niggas waitin around to see if i wuz gonna come up befo |
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But i can fold like a bitch |
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Seen da chance to switch |
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But i wuz brought up yo make it |
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Seen da chance to take it |
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Find a rule and break it |
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Take a badge and shake it |
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And against all odds |
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Get da fuck outta dodge |
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But i'm a nigga wit records dat da state can't file |
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Young, blind, and wild |
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An uncontrollable child in da ghetto |
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But seddling fo mo everyday |
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And when i make up my mind i'm gonna get back in line but now i'm |
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Chorus 2x |
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Blind leadin da blind |
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In a world of wars i search for peace of mind my stabillity |
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Fo my niggas and me said da way life wuz supposed to be in da ghetto |
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I looked out my window wut did i see |
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It wuz a crack head nigga starin dead at me |
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He said can i get a muthafuckin nickle for three |
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I told his ass to da better in his rorock swetta |
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He got a daughter he aint fed her |
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He'd rather get high |
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In his eye i see da demon |
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I can hear babies screamin |
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Feenin |
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It demeaning to see him |
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To be in the ghetto |
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But this is where i settle |
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Now wut would you do wit a strap in yo hand |
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Gangstas do wut dey wunt to |
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Suckas do wut dey can |
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My role modle sips on a forty botlle |
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In his footsteps i follow grab da brew and take a swallow |
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I've been livin on da streets since da age of thirteen |
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Cuz i wuz sick of being raised by a dope fiend i so seen |
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Babies need similac money dat wuz meant for similac wuz spent on crack |
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Now do you wanna |
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No i dont and its a liquor sto on every cona |
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And niggas aint da owna |
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Now listen, we cant afford to send our kids to school but dey got da |
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Knowledge |
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To spend dey money on da chaps when we could send our kids to college |
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Now here we are: hoes, dopes, dealers, and bums |
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At da white man's table still beggin fo crumbs but its da |
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Chorus 2x |
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Niggas shoot ball |
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(niggas shoot da logs) |
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Nigas shoot da doves |
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(niggas shoot to love) |
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Niggas shoot up |
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(niggas shoot pool) |
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But watch out cuz niggas shoot niggas too |
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So wut da fuck am i to do when niggas fallin down like flies |
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And dis muthafuckin money starin me in da eyes |
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And my brother sayin come on in stop buggin |
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But we done already lost 3 uncles and 5 cousins |
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To da streets niggas shit deep |
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No room fo da maple leafs |
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Cuz muthafuckas play fo keep |
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I wunt respect when i step on da field |
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Saw a nigga dat killed i gotta kill befo deez niggas get sum bright ideals |
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And start thinkin we hoes or sumthin |
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So when i see dat muthafucka nigga nigga staight dumpin |
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Chorus 2x |
