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You see a buffoon, caught up in your own cocoon |
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Leave your head rest maroon |
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Drunk heavy in the side street saloon |
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Till I figured it out, to the 3rd degree |
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I'm the Milli in the meter |
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I'm the gram up in the kilo |
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I'm the wave up in the ocean |
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The C up in the coast and the |
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B up in the |
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BostonSo what you looking for or looking at now |
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You ain't got what you gotta shake |
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Caught it on the sidewalk fake |
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I gets down, further digging down |
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Hurt for the red dirt at the same time |
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Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear |
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Hit rewind if your ass didn't hear me clear |
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My old hood could use a little rebuilding |
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A better place for these ghetto children |
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I ain't gonna let 'em take the |
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O out my J |
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OYBefore you can rebuild, you've got to destroy |
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And these walls gonna come tumbling down |
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These walls gonna come tumbling down |
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Well, I remember when, |
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I was slanging nothing but weed |
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I ain't round here that can't tell you about me |
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Fortunately |
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I done changed the way |
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I used to be |
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When so many didn't have an alternative to see |
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Music saved my life and now |
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I'll never forget it |
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Thats why |
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I try to glorify |
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God with it |
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But it still remains, its in my veins |
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I know that |
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I'ma sin, |
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I just hope he'll forgive me again |
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Okay, I'm right and wrong in the same day |
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And it's always gonna be someone who'll see it the same way |
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And if I react, who was that guy to blame, hey |
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You fuck with me, |
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I fuck with you thats how the game played |
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I had a choice to let it go, but if you don't let it go |
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Then I ain't got no choice no more |
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Two lives gone to waste, one dead and the other caught a case |
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With 50 years to face |
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I'm raising ghosts, |
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I'm rebuilding |
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My old hood could use a little rebuilding |
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A better place for these ghetto children |
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I ain't gonna let 'em take the |
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O out my J |
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OYBefore you can rebuild, you've got to destroy |
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And these walls gonna come tumbling down |
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These walls gonna come tumbling down |
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I'm so tired of my people not knowing what we doing to ourselves |
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And we blame it on them but we stuck in the same frame |
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Trapped inside a mental instrumental bond |
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Hoping to run but theres a gun, what could you really do |
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Everybody new kicking the old to the floor |
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But now its more shit, crooked, shady, talking 'bout the president |
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He's fucking other ladies, blowing up spots we supposed to hit |
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And casually they spreading billions to the little children overseas |
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Niggas moving |
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G's, I'm on my knees praying god please |
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A nigga just wanna eat and sleep |
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With my gun in my own little world and raise my little kids |
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Doing the best |
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I can nigga |
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Shit, look who talking now |
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You gots to crawl before you walk, oh don't follow to close |
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Where I think you might stop we all can see that the grass |
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Is the same color on the other side of the fence |
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Give thanks, people thank alarm clocks, wake 'em up |
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Every morning brother |
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I gotta stay prayed up' |
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Cause the pistol ain't gonna save my life when it's time to go |
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Its just in case |
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I get a chance to retaliate |
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I used ain't have nothing positive to say |
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Doing my little five minutes of fame |
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Who done forget from which they came |
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Acknowledge his name, |
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Lord, you've been so good to me |
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Better than |
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I've been to myself keep us in good health |
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The white mans food makes my stomach upchuck |
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But I gots to be strong, to defeat my enemies |
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For the kill, |
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MAC's in your side |
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Judging buildings, they can't be no playgrounds for these children |
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My old hood could use a little rebuilding |
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A better place for these ghetto children |
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I ain't gonna let 'em take the |
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O out my J |
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OYBefore you can rebuild, you've got to destroy |
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And these walls gonna come tumbling down |
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These walls gonna come tumbling down |
