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the world aint no diffrent now |
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the world aint no diffrent now... |
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never had a dime |
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my life a crime |
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had be when i was nine |
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mom drunk off of wine |
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ran with all kind her mind stayed wit the stooper |
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till a point she paid no mind to the supper |
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stay mad but stay fronting with smiles |
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stayed on the groung once and a while |
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first day of school |
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never had nutin to style |
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mister colondre stressin i aint comin in a while |
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it was a bummber |
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rocking the shit i rocked all summer |
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on the first day i was feeling some kind of way |
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and she wasnt trying to do nutin |
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you would think for the sake of the kids she would enroll in school or |
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something |
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now i kno then was even harder |
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especially for a single mother |
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raising me with no father |
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shit living up in this tentament |
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eating stale m and m's |
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talking wild shit to spanish imigrants |
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i speak in codes |
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man to sivrence |
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always quiet then ben dichon to my madre |
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even thought she did nutin for me |
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acknowledge me as i run down my life story |
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you dont kno how crazy it is outside |
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i die inside |
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oh ive cried oh ive cried |
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do you forgive me?? do you forgive me?? |
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check the skit |
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no body never gave me shit |
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if anything a nigga frame me and make me get |
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3 to 6 my first bid |
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no doubt up in sparfard |
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had to be 12 son had to make a profit |
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remembering robbed my moms wit no guilt |
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eating pork and beans or corn flakes wit no milk |
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in school i smacked cats in a hurry |
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moms didnt care she was getting drunk wit misses berray |
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on the first floor |
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i used to thrist for greenary |
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picking pockets wit seth and jay from hundred and sixth street |
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yo **** home |
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im tired of geting punched in my dome |
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tired of this faggot ass nigga moan |
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thats when i started roaming |
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my hustling game is deep |
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cats ya heard |
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ran from san fran to manhat tan to newburg |
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Notorious tell ya friends spread the word |
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glorious my life story is obsurd |
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chorus repeat 2x |
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home from elmira |
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got a little writer |
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im gonna keep it real still a scheme man coniver |
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recognize the struggle live it like a thug do |
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hatred in my heart but inside i love you |
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see no matter what i will extend my arms to hug you |
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knowing i am just like you, i am like the double |
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all i wanna kno is how u pound me down |
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yo this shit is real and u realy jerked me around |
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but any way i am geting paid wit puff now |
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i can cop u a house i can send you some stuff now |
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so many levels jail take you |
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i appreciate jail because it made me appreciate you |
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ive been through fire and birth stone |
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used to be ???? not i cop the gem stone |
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i remembered when you rushed me |
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the time you said you should of flushed me |
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i forgive you ma trust me |
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chorus repeat till end |
