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[kastro] (talking) |
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Hmm, damn, i feel ya |
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Turn, nope, don't nobody care |
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These outlawz feel y'all (yup) |
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Yeah, don't nobody care |
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Sometime it get like that (when it feel like don't nobody care) |
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It seems like nobody care (nope, not nobody) |
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I care though, listen |
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[kastro - verse 1] |
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I been so sick lately, bellyin and not achy |
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These issues keep me with pistols for safety |
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I got plans that the cops ain't included in |
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And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in |
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Right at the end of my road, who been there before? |
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Now that i'm dead, it's like i've been dead before |
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Same story, it's raw, i'm an outlaw |
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A bread warhead, k-dogg is a warrior |
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And when i stand, i stand on my own two |
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If i fall, i land on my own two |
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A soldier, and it been like that |
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Pac and yak see us now and they could see all that |
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Who really care? **** the tarry hair |
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And the rest of the outlawz was without a share |
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Don't nobody care, just like i thought |
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So i just stare at the world like i don't give a **** |
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[napolean - verse 2] |
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I remember them days when it was dark outside |
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The only thing i felt i had was my nuts and my pride |
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I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin drugs |
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But i was always with em, actin like a thug |
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Runnin through the mud cause the cops was on us |
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We just walkin home from school but they always on us |
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It's like this, the streets is so lovely |
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I love the streets, because the streets made me |
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The ghetto seems so in peace |
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Man, that i moved to the suburbs and there's more police |
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Where i'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun |
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Overton, jersey the harder the slum |
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But i made it up outta there, thanks to the lord, kid |
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But i'll never leave my box alone, nigga i swear (swear) |
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And to the young kids wearin the streets do |
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I know nobody don't care, but the outlawz do (cause we do) |
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[chorus - young noble] |
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We stack clips, glack licks in the air |
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Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (nobody care) |
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We shot the fear when everybody was there |
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Beat each other half to death, but homie nobody care (nobody care) |
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My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there |
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Couldn't find em anywhere cause nobody cared, yeah |
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We split mills, pop pills and shit |
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Ten on the floor, ten in the bed, damn, nobody care |
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[young noble - verse 3] |
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Yo, hard times as a youngsta |
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Scarred by the hunger, wonder |
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How many gonna die this summer (die this summer) |
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We loud like thunder roamin the strip |
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Now everybody act cool, we approachin the vip (come on, come on) |
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Smokin a stick, hit, cause we live for this (live for this) |
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Just like shit is hard raisin kids in this |
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I got 'outlaw' tatted on my stomach and all (stomach and all) |
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We can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong |
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Laise your timms up tight cause the ride is rough (uh) |
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You can tighten my cuffs, i'm still likin the cuffs (come on) |
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**** this and that, cause i'mma get you back (uh-huh) |
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I know you mother ****ers sick and wish that i couldn't rap |
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Hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat (uh) |
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Would you rather see me incarcerated, locked in the back? (come on) |
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Cockin a strap, have your whole block in a gat (yeah) |
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Every body down flat, where them dollars at? (uh, oh yeah) |
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[edi mean - verse 4] |
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I put my faith in the lord, pray for patience in war |
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Now only time'll tell if he heard me before |
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I see myself in the mirror, young nigga full of flaws |
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But in the streets, i'm a hero cause i give it to em raw |
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I'm just my momma's second son, and i just bought me a gun |
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Cause some niggaz want some, and i ain't got nothin for em |
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Me and my niggaz stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money |
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Ridin while these niggaz think it's funny |
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But ain't a damn thing funny to a nigga like me (nah) |
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When you sittin on your ass broke and thirty |
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And don't nobody care about your sob story (nah) |
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I work so hard homie, you better be about your money (homie) |
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Oh yeah, it goes both ways, and momma used to say |
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'the lord'll help those who help themselves' |
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I keep my eyes on the prize so there ain't no chance for me fail |
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Cause don't nobody give a **** when you livin in hell |
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Chorus x 2 |
