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I got this monkey on my back |
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And I can't let it go |
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So much trouble on my brain |
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And I can't let it go |
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Oh, and I'm so throed |
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I don't know what to do |
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But pour me a drank |
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And smoke a blunt or two |
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And let it burn |
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Let it burn (5x) |
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Motherfucker.. We |
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Let it burn (6x) |
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All my soldiers |
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Let it burn |
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[YOUNG NOBLE] |
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Spark up a cigarette |
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You talkin' the biggest threat |
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You mention my set |
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Resurrect my life through death |
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I walk around with the dirtiest boots |
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Camouflage the suit |
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We them soldiers that you gotta salute |
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26 years full of Donald Goines material |
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Pour water in my cereal |
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Don't worry it'll get us through |
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We never complained |
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We weathered the rain |
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Stayed loyal to the thug core |
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Respecting the game |
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I'm just a New Street nigga |
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With a lil' bit of fame |
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Picture me rhyming |
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Motherfuck nickel and dimin' |
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On some coke shit |
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My clips went for 80 a watts |
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Raw, until that cook got, gravy the cop |
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And goin' home, stoppin' ya fun |
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When Yak got killed |
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If you grew up with a nigga don't that make 'em ya friend |
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I see the world through a foggy lens |
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With a Fo'-Five buried in my baggy jeans |
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Even my mom dukes was a naggin' fiend |
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I thank God she like 6 or 7 years clean |
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If you believe then you can achieve anything |
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Try the measure the price of life thru a triple-beam |
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And let it burn |
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[Chorus] |
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[E.D.I] |
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I ain't stressin' no bitches |
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I'm out here stressin' my riches |
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And these 5-dolla niggaz bout to turn me into a killer |
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My friend is my pen |
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My only homey is my lonely thoughts |
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Ridin' thru the city with a gage bout to blow it off |
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I smoke a blunt to take the pain out |
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And if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out |
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Why?? |
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Cause mama need her medicine |
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My kids gotta eat |
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Labels playin' hella games |
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Boy don't fuck around with me |
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If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin 'notha |
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Word to my granny, and my daddy and my mother |
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But I ain't no sucka |
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I'ma let it -- let it burn |
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Get back on my two feet and swerve |
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[Chorus] |
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[CHAIR KRAZY] |
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I lost my head with a family |
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And these niggaz astounding |
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That I'm back up off my feet dawg |
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But I'm still sitting down |
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Yeah I'm paralyzed |
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So it's just a half of me |
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And my father dead too |
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So I'm a bastard 'G' |
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I'm bout to hit this rap game |
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Get the cash and flee |
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And I'm forever with my motherfuckin family |
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This billy bang Outlawz hard, listen me |
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And yeah we'll burn you bout the legacy of P-A-C |
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[KASTRO] |
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I'm a dawg, but I don't roll over (wroof!) |
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I might stumble but I don't fall over (wroof!) |
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A whole patron, money gone, hung over (wroof!) |
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Never ever my level, one over (wroof!) |
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I gotta shake the devil off my shoulder (wroof!) |
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And never will I settle, I'm a soldier (wroof!) |
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All the time is the time to make the donuts (wroof!) |
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Ya feel that |
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Then light another stouge up |
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And let it burn |