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Can't keep runnin' away..... |
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Verse One: Fat Lip |
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I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk |
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and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect |
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Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset |
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when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried |
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to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can |
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recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall |
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I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at |
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three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me |
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I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve |
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this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real |
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nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt |
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cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out |
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But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck |
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around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show |
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no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on! |
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Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre |
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There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta |
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handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to |
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help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their |
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own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't |
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get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear |
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zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played |
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it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being |
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where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an |
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evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And |
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as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got |
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lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form |
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free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze |
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in other words just freeze |
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Verse Three: Knumbskull #1 |
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It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders |
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heavy as boulders but I told ya |
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till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told |
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ya and that's all I showed ya |
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and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity |
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Can it be I'm a celebrity |
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whose on the brink of insanity |
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Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me |
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cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy |
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to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from |
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entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and... |
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But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'... |
