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Uhh, i come from nothin |
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Come up, i come from nothin |
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To get it crankin right here |
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Right here? |
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Turma-turmoil, torment and turmoil |
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Uh ooh |
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We been in bondage for years |
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For how long? |
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Trapped up in the ghetto |
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Yea that's true |
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Dang, i got a dream though |
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Fiction |
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Tryin to make my own progress |
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That's fictionary |
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[e-40] |
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Zoom! |
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Even though the streets mob filthy, lights burned out (out) |
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Dopefiends die with antennas in they mouth |
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Niggaz are starvin, some of my niggaz is havin they cash |
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Niggaz is ballin, parkin they car, all on the grass |
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Livin it up to the fullest platinum colored jew-els and organized glass |
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Not none of that old fake ass costume jewelry, that looks like brass |
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I'm lookin out the window while you play nintendo |
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You drive a navigator, i drive a pinto |
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I was there, nothin polite, me and my fools |
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The ghetto, field mice and rat drippings up in my shoes |
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A rebel, without a pause, commodes n stars |
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No toilet tissue, dirty doodoo stains up in my draws |
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[singers] |
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Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here |
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Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear |
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And i, found a love, that i long to see |
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And people, who be, who they want to beeee, ho! |
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[e-40] |
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I never had, lobster in my life (or what?) |
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Or teriyaki steaks, just sardines and spam and cornflakes |
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Pacific bell done put me on restriction once again |
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I can't call out, but you can call in |
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Can barely think straight, barely keep focus |
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My crackhead cousin spent the night (what we got) now we got roaches |
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(damn!) here lies my property, no composure |
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Six months behind on my mortgage, house under fo'closure |
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Momma ain't feelin too good, she diabetic |
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Scared of needles hospitals ambulance paramedics |
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And i'm the oldest of fo', sleepin on the flo' |
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Watchin tv channels we used to borrow cable from next do' |
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[singers] |
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Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here |
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Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear |
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And i, found a love, that i long to see |
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And people, who be, who they want |
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Who they want to beeee, yea! hahahhhhhh! |
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[e-40] |
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I seen it in a dream, a big white home, looked like a office building |
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An old school brougham with a sunroof ceiling |
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Thug living, sixty-four ounce of drinkin thinkin |
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"how could i come up, and purchase me a lincoln?" |
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Drug dealin, leelin and dealin tryin to make a million |
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Blood spillin, driveby walk up to that nigga peel him |
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Back then i was blind, penetentiary chance at jail |
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Livin off my gahl for hella long she worked at taco bell |
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And if the heater ain't workin and it's freezin cold |
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We open up the oven and turn on the stove |
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Survival, granddaddy's appreciation revival church |
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Of pentacostal, we raised money by givin car washes |
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[singers] |
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Ooh zoom, i like, to fly far away from here |
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Where my mind flows on, it's fresh and clear |
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And i, found a love, that i long to see |
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And people, who be, who they want |
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Who they want to beeee, yea! |
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Iiiiiiii... |