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Oh, someday |
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No, I ain't wastin' no more time |
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Southside step up and get you a slice |
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Eastside step up and get you a slice |
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Westside step up and get you a slice |
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Northside step up and get you a slice |
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Chi-Town step up and get you a slice |
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L.A. step up and get you a slice |
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N.Y. step up and get you a slice |
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It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon |
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Christians all say(Yeah, they say) |
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In God we trust |
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What we gon' do |
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When He comes back 'round to us(Well, it's not for us to say) |
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Everyday, yeah |
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Girls, drugs, dancers and lust |
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And what we gon' do |
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When it all comes back to us |
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Look, times is hard, life is hard |
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I lost my job, baby, oh, my |
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GodMy wife is nauseous, she pregnant as hell |
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My mistress on the cell sayin' she gon' tell |
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My uncle in the cell sayin' he want bail |
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My granddaddy can't see, claimin' he need |
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BrailleI'm fightin' for strength, in the street grindin' for cents |
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I know I'm ahead of my time but |
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I'm behind on my rent |
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Askin' Kanye for money just to pay on my gas bill |
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He asked me for it back, nigga brush up on your math skills |
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Nothin' plus zip equals zero, he couldn't relate |
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That nigga ain't been broke since, ' |
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H to the Izzo' |
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That's when my man biddle stopped by with two little |
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Pills I could put in the bag and sell like |
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SkittlesOne for ten, fifteen for two |
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Now tell me what the **** am |
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I supposed to do? |
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Christians all say |
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In God we trust |
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What we gon' do |
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When he comes back 'round to us(Well, it's not for us to say) |
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Everyday, yeah |
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Girls, drugs, dancers and lust |
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And what we gon' do |
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When it all comes back to us |
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Take a neighborhood full of hungry blacks |
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Within three beeper shops, two liquor stores and one laundromat |
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No banks, just a check 'n' go, everywhere you go |
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You don't wanna ask too much though |
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We gon' make a tasty pastry, that you can't get in a bakery |
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I picture hopelessness from slavery |
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Can you smell it yet, a few churches that almost care |
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I know you heathens ready to eat, we almost there |
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Somebody pass a couple of gangs of glocks |
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Politicians are quick to cop, sprinkle pie me on the top |
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While I, couldn't be faster, recipe for disaster |
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Gunshots is the devil's laughter |
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Like you tried to play fair and yo' ass lost |
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Then you tried to get gangsta, homey, you mad soft |
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Overcrowded jails puttin' pounds on |
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AshcroftDon't forget the glaze, your devil's buyin' the crack sauce |
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Christians all say |
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In God we trust |
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What we gon' do |
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When he comes back 'round to us |
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Everyday, yeah |
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Girls, drugs, dancers and lust |
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And what we gon' do |
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When it all comes back to us |
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Now George |
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Bush, step up and get you a slice |
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Tony Blair, step up and get you a slice |
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Rumsfeld, step up and get you a slice |
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Condi Rice, step up and get you a slice |
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Wait, I'ma step up and get you a slice |
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My baby momma stepped up and got her a slice |
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E'rybody step up and get you a slice |
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It's just a slice of the devil's pie, ah, c'mon |
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I said, step right up, hear me, hear me |
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Hear me clearly this here more than theory |
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Young males plays the judge and jury |
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Black filled with fury first time |
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I met my dad |
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Through a cell, wire and phone, wiring home |
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Back in my cell and dyin' alone, prayin' to |
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GodLike I'm raggedly sewn, askin' the |
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Lord, why ain't |
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I homeRegardless of what |
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I was on, |
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I know you the |
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KingTell Satan, |
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I don't owe him a thing |
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Slingin' them |
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O's, and now he got my soul in the sling |
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I know I messed up a couple of times |
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Bust some nines, on anybody ****in' with mine |
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That's when my life got disastrous, |
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I was blasphemous |
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I know my momma didn't ask for this |
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You got them demons waitin' for me with the caskets lit |
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Please, Lord, let this bastard live |
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Christians all say |
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In God we trust |
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What we gon' do |
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When he comes back 'round to us |
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Everyday, yeah |
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Girls, drugs, dancers and lust |
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And what we gon' do |
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When it all comes back to us |
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Yeah, yeah, |
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Chi-Town in the house |
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Rhyme fest in the house |
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Yo, Mark, let's get out here nigga |
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We gotta go get up with these girls |
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These guns, this pussy |
