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A soft beat got me hard as the street |
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Pop yo' ass in the teeth, leave your head in the seat |
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I moved scum with my sister 'til they snitched on me |
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Now we run in different directions from the |
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C.P.V. Money don't come back, problems stay forever |
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Bullets for my nephews, let 'em perish together |
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For them I wrote these fuckin lyrics on the back of a summons |
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Wishin I had a big brother like |
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The Game got hundreds |
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So I'm flyin my hair out, tryin to air out |
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Goin callous into my shell |
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I'm kickin my care out |
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Nevermind my whereabouts, it won't be where family like to gank each other and only gangbang in the house |
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Just a post-traumatic sufferin |
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Hennessy addict |
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Bufferin won't even help with the static in my muffin so come and cuff him |
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I'm slippin into the darkside under the influence of my own existance |
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Like Playa |
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Hamm when he started this ride |
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Or Shabby and |
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Bull Dog in the |
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Marina We mack-a-nina sippin colada pinas, you shoulda seen us |
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When Eric |
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Wright tried to buy me out of bondage from |
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Profile Cause |
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Ruthless had all the style and now |
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When did it change, |
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I didn't see it runnin |
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The curb came, |
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I went over tumblin |
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My last few records you heard me sick at the heart, gettin picked apart by the very people makin me breathe, now |
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I just leave [Chorus: Tai Elton Phillips] |
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You wanna jet set with me, ain't nothin really here to see |
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We gon' be steppin off the plane, stress off your brain |
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See the world as clear as can be |
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People need class, you go back to school, |
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I tell you what you need to do |
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You need to be straight relaxin, ain't no reaction to the thangs that's botherin you - c'mon let's go [DJ Quik] |
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My life in a day, |
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I live for the moment |
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Bein full of focus is my only bonus |
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I walk around the city with a skeptical pair of pessimistic preconception |
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And niggaz grippin my gonads |
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And that's only because |
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I know some dudes that'll sabotage your food |
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Cause they'd rather see you breathin than to see you leavin |
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Passin the buck, they know you wouldn't be mad as fuck |
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Better to see you fail than to be drivin the baddest truck |
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Hard luck bitches who live right next to the liquor sto' |
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The hazel-eyed beadie smokin bitch eager to lick 'em low |
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The yeast-infectin misdirectin lowridin lover baby mother with a mouth like a sailor ready to blow |
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I work around the clock to keep avoidin the ever-present traps |
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Of niggaz and tramps who see me as the on ramp |
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Who come from mothers who had a fetish for cocaine in the 1980's |
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And thought she raised her crack baby to be a lady - you crazy! [Chorus] |