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You know, growin' up in the hood |
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You go through all kind of thangs, ya heard? |
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Some of it's good, some of it's bad |
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But the thangs you go through in life, make you who you are |
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Look at me now |
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And from the day |
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I was born |
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I've been hustlin' strong |
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I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone |
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And niggaz said |
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I wouldn't do it now |
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I'm provin' 'em wrong |
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And now they got their hands out like |
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I owe them some |
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I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on |
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It ain't too much in the hood |
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I don't know |
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How many times do |
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I have to say that |
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I'm grownThat |
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I'ma Young |
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Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes |
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I still remember them nights under the street light |
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Fiends don't give a damn, they want who got the cheap price |
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I'm tryin' to keep right, get it in dough |
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You see people is dyin' fast and the money is slow |
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We used to hang in front of the sto', flag down cars |
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To be a movie star, go get a glass jar |
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Once you cook it and cut it homey go stand out in public |
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See the work sell itself if you got enough of it |
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Plenty thugs been shot but see it's all in the game |
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Even I took a couple of 'em, but still |
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I remainI ain't different from that same lil' project figure |
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I done went with no lights and no water nigga |
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And I'm still hood, that mean |
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I still could |
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Get on the block, and get mine like you should |
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How can I be good, when rappers wanna be |
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Suge?Surroundin' myself with family, so |
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I can sleep good |
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And from the day |
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I was born |
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I've been hustlin' strong |
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I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone |
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And niggaz said |
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I wouldn't do it now |
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I'm provin' 'em wrong |
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And now they got their hands out like |
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I owe them some |
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I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on |
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It ain't too much in the hood |
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I don't know |
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How many times do |
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I have to say that |
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I'm grownThat |
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I'ma Young |
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Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes |
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I would light me a cancer stick, thinkin' how can |
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I getMy momma out the bricks and my whole clique legit |
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Lil' Jimmy and the feds, it's just me and some |
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TedsWe cuttin' heads, doin' whatever to buy a loaf of bread |
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The high speed chases, |
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I really loved it |
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To blow 50 |
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G's and don't thank nothin' of it |
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We showed love but wasn't no love showed back |
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Whoa Kemosabe, what part of the game is that? |
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It's a fact and my war wounds on me can prove it |
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But look how you made me go and show you |
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I can do it |
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I solemnly swear to hold it down for my homeboys |
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Locked up and don't know if they ever comin' home boy |
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Time keeps tickin', another baby's born |
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That's gon' go through the same stuff that |
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I went through and more |
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You wonder why |
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I hustle, my life's on the line |
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My baby gotta have milk when she crying, c'mon now |
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And from the day |
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I was born |
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I've been hustlin' strong |
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I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone |
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And niggaz said |
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I wouldn't do it now |
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I'm provin' 'em wrong |
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And now they got their hands out like |
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I owe them some |
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I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on |
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It ain't too much in the hood |
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I don't know |
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How many times do |
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I have to say that |
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I'm grownThat |
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I'ma Young |
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Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes |
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Now everybody got they hand out |
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Crackhead |
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Willie spent his millions 'til they ranned out |
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Shorty don't wanna holla now because her man out |
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But just last week, |
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I couldn't get it out her damn mouth |
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Nowhere to go, look like |
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I'm stuck in these bricks |
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Seem like the good die young, the bad get rich quick, enough of this |
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Let me take it to a whole 'nother level |
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Like stoppin' the po-lice from rollin' through the ghetto |
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Ain't nuttin' gettin' better but the bills gotta be paid |
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And money come up short then them tecs gotta get sprayed |
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E'rybody got a grave, we just waitin' to go to it |
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No matter what we do y'all we're still gon' go through it |
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Some say that |
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I'm heartless, and don't give a damn |
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But they will never understand, until they get a gram |
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And this is who |
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I am, not who |
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I wanna be |
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Open up yo' eyes and see, what these streets done-done to me |
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And from the day |
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I was born |
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I've been hustlin' strong |
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I've been strugglin' since a child, now them days is gone |
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And niggaz said |
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I wouldn't do it now |
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I'm provin' 'em wrong |
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And now they got their hands out like |
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I owe them some |
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I ain't got time for the bickerin' and carryin' on |
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It ain't too much in the hood |
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I don't know |
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How many times do |
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I have to say that |
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I'm grownThat |
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I'ma Young |
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Buck and still enough to know when you niggaz is hoes |
