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People make the world go around |
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They ask me what's up, I tell em what's goin down |
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Talk to me real if you feel you got a point to push |
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Then trick, make it quick, don't beat around the bush |
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I know we all lookin out for number one |
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That's why brothers sell dope and girls get they nails done |
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Tryin to get the same thing everybody else got |
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If you a big name oh they'll be runnin game like snot |
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So I keep my guard up and I read between the lines |
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If we kick it long enough I can see the signs |
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If your motives is righteous or wicked |
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Do you want the knowledge or do you see me as a free meal ticket? |
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I keep my eyes open and my mouth closed |
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In a world full of white men, niggas and hoes |
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Everybody want somethin from you, but ain't nothin free |
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I do for people, but what can people do for me? |
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Except lock me down or sell me out |
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But anyway, what you say you had to tell me bout? |
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Yeah, all that talk sounds good |
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But rule number one when you come from the hood |
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Is: don't trust nobody |
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[CHORUS] |
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No one's gonna trust you |
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So don't you trust nobody |
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[VERSE 2: KAM] |
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I came into this world alone |
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Ain't no doubt that's how I'm goin out, so let me get my live on |
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Top of that I'm black in this white man's world |
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Believe me, they don't care if your hair is jherri curled |
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Especially for a male |
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They can't kill me, they wanna put me under the jail |
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You know my record's clean cause you just checked |
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But to them I'm just another 'male negro suspect' |
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A threat to the powers that be |
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You got sweet talk for my sister, but it sours at me |
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Cause you see the black man as a rival |
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But this is anybody killer and it's all about survival |
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So go for what you know from your country hick college |
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This is '94 and I'm up on your trick knowledge |
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Watchin devils like a hawk |
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Excuse me, mister, why do white men whisper when they talk? |
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Because that's a man snake hidin in that handshake |
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Who won't hesitate to lie, cheat and take |
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I know you think they act nice |
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But you be wise and just take this advice |
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And don't trust nobody |
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[CHORUS] |
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[VERSE 3: KAM] |
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Ain't no shame in my game, I got a lot to learn |
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But I'm learnin trust is somethin you got to earn |
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You might be able to rap or make the fans mob |
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But never send a boy out to do a man's job |
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Cause you really couldn't handle it |
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You be at they memorial tryin to keep a candle lit |
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Though they was fit, it don't matter if you muscle-bound |
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Out here it's all about who can put they hustle down |
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So I kick it with the O.G.'s |
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They say experience cost as we floss on the gold D's |
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You gotta work for your milk and honey |
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Second rule in the hood: all money ain't good money |
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Don't get excited and don't be emotional |
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Never run your mouth in front of none of them hoes you know |
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Bro, because fools and they money soon part |
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You might know they name but you never know they heart |
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It's a cold game, but somebody gotta play it |
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You probably wouldn't know if I didn't say it |
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So all it really boils down to is respect |
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Just like the tat on his neck, it said 'trust nobody' |