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(talking) |
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Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life |
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Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in |
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What the ****'s wrong with niggas? |
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(chorus) |
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Never again |
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Would i walk down a road so dark and hoped to die,i cross my heart |
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Never again |
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It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin |
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Never again |
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Would i run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart |
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Never again |
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[but the streets keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] |
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Never again |
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Will i look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he's dead wrong |
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And don't leave him dead where he lies, it's a ****ed up world we live in |
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I'm tired of feelin the pain but ain't fightin the feelin |
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Niggas can you feel me? |
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'cause in this world i'm alone, and trapped inside this body that's out of |
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Control |
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I'm hittin these streets daily |
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Know when i got babies to feed rarely seein 'em rarely |
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This game inhaled me, and like christ on the stake, nailed me |
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God, please don't fail me |
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But it's crazy to ask upon the lord for help |
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When i got guns to bust and drugs to sell |
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I see you in hell, mutha****as, i ain't bitter |
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'cause i know snakes and snitches get it where they slither |
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My niggas, doin life in the pen |
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This gotta be what y'all thinkin, shit |
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(chorus) |
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['cause these hoes keep callin, they keep callin, they keep callin] |
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Will i make you cry baby |
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You know i lie, you can see it in my eyes baby |
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But the truth is when a woman's fed up |
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There ain't a damn thing you can do about love |
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What about us? |
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Why must our lawyers discuss |
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Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live |
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When i love ya, when we apart all i do is think of ya |
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But you think i'm ****in everything that's walkin |
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Either skirt or the thong |
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It don't matter, 'cause in your eyes i'm dog-****in 'em all |
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I got a woman that's gone and a passion for bitches |
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If you lose one the other becomes your religious |
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So what am i to do but get the wind behind me |
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Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me |
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'cause the rule ain't easy |
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Babe, unless you're freakin please believe |
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(chorus) |
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[but the game keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] |
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Will i think these niggas friends and they foes |
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'cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go |
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If my pain is love, my brain's on drugs |
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And may all my hoes thug on |
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And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down |
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I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where i'm at now |
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Over the top of y'all niggas |
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Just a little quicker and smarter |
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Enhancin the game makin it harder |
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For niggas that freeze again like braxton |
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I be hittin niggas with thrillers like mike jackson |
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I'm a problem |
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Number one with a bullet, i keep it up in my gun |
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It's hollow so when i pull it it numbs |
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Your whole body |
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Give it or take a few seconds |
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You'll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me |
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Never again would i close my eyes |
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And walk through the dark backwards blind |
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(chorus) |
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[it keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin] |
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Never again |
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(chorus to fade) |