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Waking up to a little baby crying |
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Mom's yelling cuz pop's got his fists flying |
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It's nine in the morning and he's drunk |
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One day, i feel that i'm gonna shoot that punk |
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My bitch laying next to me in the bed |
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I honestly don't give a **** if the ho is dead |
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The only honor in my life is my rag |
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Without it, zip me up in a body bag |
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Grab my brother's unloaded forty-four |
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Take the money-back bottles and head for the store |
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My neighborhood your life is a dare |
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Cuz there's factories pumping out black air |
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And i'm breathing this shit everyday |
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Living crazy, cuz i'm dying anyway |
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I see this tramp hangin under the bridge |
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I tell her go home and watch her kids |
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You listen to them cry and sob |
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Take your sorry ass and find a mother****ing job |
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See my homies hanging at the liquor store |
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40s in the catch, dice rollin on the floor |
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They say my friends'll never be any good |
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But the president wouldn't of been shit |
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If he was raised in my neighborhood |
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My friends say the same old shit |
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The southwest side have a hit on me |
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I guess everyone's seen it |
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When i slammed johnny's head into the cement |
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It started all this crazy shit |
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And now we never set out without a loaded clip |
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And we headed up to the dunk rim |
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Little boys on the court so we punked them out |
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And i was thinking of my brother |
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When he was pushed off the court he wanted to kill them ****ers |
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Now i'm standing in the bad guys shoes |
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Payin' my dues |
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And i don't have no where to be |
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Just another street hood in the inner city |
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And a man is gonna ask for some change |
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Give him a dollar, so he can go and fry his brain |
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**** no, i push him out the way |
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Cuz that sad mother****er got shit to say |
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My homie was known for the mackin |
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Now they got him doing 10 for car jackin |
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And i'm thinkin that i'm next to go |
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What the **** i already live on death row |
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So many out there want me |
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Everybody wants to put a bullet in my head |
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But i don't give a **** if i die today |
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Everyone alive is gonna die anyway |
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What the **** is life about |
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Come home late and daddy blow your mouth out |
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That's in the past now, i ain't soft |
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Daddy hits me today and i'm a blow his ****in head off |
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For now the bullets close but miss |
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Livin my life at a risk |
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You know, j, man, you're right |
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Too many mother****ers out there are fake |
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People need to understand |
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That if you get hit enough times |
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Then you start hitting back |
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All we are are pawns in the game board |
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And if this is the way everyone's playin' it |
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So be it, mother****ers |
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Count us in |
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But the icp is playin for keeps |
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Mackin is a game and everybody's playin |
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Are you the one gettin played like a sucker |
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I think i liked it better when i was a kid |