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Yo, it's gettin colder with time, thug rollers with rhymes |
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Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin with mines |
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Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind |
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Gotta watch out for the one-time all the time |
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Lot of fights on the block, so i walk with my glock |
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First head get hot, gettin shot on the spot |
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It's a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin |
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****in with my family, i get worse than satan |
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Turnin niggaz out, at a young age |
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It's what my life story's about, i ain't afraid |
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Turnin in the water, gaspin' for air |
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But i'm in the air at the same time, searchin for land |
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It's the life of a man, without no parents to call |
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Had to learn right and wrong when it's on, **** all y'all |
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Walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dead |
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Conversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he said |
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Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow |
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Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead |
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Drama on the streets is what the outlawz fed |
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And if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head |
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[chorus - young noble] |
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I was born all alone, i'mma die all alone (yeah) |
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So i ride all alone, from a soldier to a general |
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I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh) |
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Made a choice, from a soldier to a general |
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A boy to a man, ain't nobody give a damn (**** that!) |
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Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a general |
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We was raised around criminals, and played around criminals |
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The game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general |
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[kastro - verse 2] |
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I walk around with the weight of the world |
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Faith in my shotty since i made it my girl (love you) |
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Oh! somebody save me please, i've been |
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Brought up amongst these scram blest thieves and |
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All they can show me is i fight with my muscle and (uh-huh) |
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I'd do anything for these stripes in the struggle and |
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Happiness is hennessey, mixes, and bitches and i'm all about my riches |
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From a small time grinder to a timer am i |
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Scandalous mind is a constant reminder of the |
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Evil these men do, struggle contend you |
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Lord, what you got your boy all into |
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I must be mental, i must by psycho |
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Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle |
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That's the price we pay to have life today |
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Will i have it any other way? no way (oh) |
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[e.d.i. mean - verse 3] |
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Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long one |
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I chose to wrong damn crease |
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See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home |
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But i chose the wrong, steppin out on my own |
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Intrigued by them big-league niggaz with the blow |
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See my first dead man as a kid in eighty-four |
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Seen crack come and turn bums to millionaires |
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Turn and die a bitch out, oh, and now she don't care |
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Something bought the ghetto in the summer, make niggaz tougher |
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Niggaz die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlas |
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Some stuck with it, some really couldn't **** with it |
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Some trust the wrong, and now they gone |
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Them flowers for the dead, all the powers in my head |
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I give a **** what them cowards said, i'm all about my bread |
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Struggle love to, huh, hustle ball to |
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From a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em through |
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Chorus |
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[young noble - verse 4] |
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I grew up, like every other kid in the ghetto |
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Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle |
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I was a freshman with no medals |
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But i earned my stripes |
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Wrong turns made me burn my life |
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Got a comment 'fore you walk soldier, follow the rules |
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Be a leader when i see you, don't follow the crew |
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There's only one way to live and one way to die |
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One way to fail and one way to try |
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My eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the block |
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And my thugs on the block got slugs for the cops |
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My moms loves my pops but she hurtin herself |
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Laid off, so she broke, not workin herself |
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On my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quick |
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Had to eat so i hustled, turnin my coat quick |
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I ain't no shit, only how to be a criminal |
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But plan to expand from a soldier to a general |
