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Man, first |
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I just wanna salute my soldiers |
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Knahmean? |
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We just tryin' to stay above water |
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Feel me? I mean, |
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I speak for the |
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Gs, the hustlers |
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They understand me, knahmsayin'? |
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ShitLock into this time an' lock out, always |
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I mean ain't nothin' promised to niggaz like us |
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You know?Just another day, another dollar |
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Now look what you got, another hater, another plotter |
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Shit, you know the drill, a brother pay, a brother holla |
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Watch 'em, they creepin', another raid, another copper |
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Aw, man, another case, another lock-up |
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What? Another bail, know that cake better pop up |
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Yup, that's just day to day shit we go through |
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And results of the day to day shits we go through |
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You know, some niggaz day to day pitch, they local |
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An' some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal |
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An' some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal |
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I don't honor them fools |
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Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed |
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I speak from the heart of the hood |
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From the boarded up apartments with wood |
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From the cracked down crack houses |
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To the burnt up black houses |
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To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out |
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An' puffin' weed makes my actions switch |
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I'm at the window with the pistol |
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Like Malcolm, ain't that a bitch? |
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An' I'm paranoid, paranoid but still |
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I got to get it |
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Got to have it, make it happen, boy |
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Now I lay me down to sleep |
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I pray the |
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Lord, my soul to keep |
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If I should die before |
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I wakeI pray the |
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Lord, my soul to take |
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An' may this song play all the way |
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An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat |
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This the realest shit |
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I ever wrote, this is me |
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An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat |
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This the realest shit |
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I ever wrote, this is me |
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Look now, another dead, another born |
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Vice versa, another here, another gone |
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Pay attention, another smile, another mourn |
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Another funeral, another baby shower goin' on |
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Get it, huh, that's just life in the hood |
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You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood |
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Huh, get it, |
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I live the life of a hustler |
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No sleep all night for a hustler, buster |
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An' if your coke weak, cut it with |
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Bo PeepI swear fiends'll chase that high for four weeks |
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Plus I'm still dealin' with the day to day beef |
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An' stress, hunger, patience, the day to day basics |
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Yep, shit that we go through, you know |
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Shit, look at the shit that we go through, you know |
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Niggaz come home, can't get jobs |
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Niggaz gettin' money, actin' like they can't get robbed |
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An' that don't mix |
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Now I lay me down to sleep |
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I pray the |
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Lord, my soul to keep |
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If I should die before |
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I wakeI pray the |
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Lord, my soul to take |
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An' may this song play all the way |
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An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat |
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This the realest shit |
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I ever wrote, this is me |
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An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat |
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This the realest shit |
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I ever wrote, this is me |
