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(feat. Killa Tay, Marvaless) |
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[lunasicc] |
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I remember back in the days we used to live so right |
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Not word about a thang just ridin my bike |
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Clicked up with the homies at the school house ballin |
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After dark I hear my teacher at the front door callin |
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I aint leavin til I hit this J sittin in my mouth |
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Walkin home hella high passed out on the couch |
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Those were the dayz dead now things did change |
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Takin dibs and yellin out young thugs names |
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Tappin phones tappin homes best watch yo back |
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Get gd up in your life stop worshipin scratch |
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Leave the dope game alone and find your way back home |
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Give love to the thugs that are passed and gone |
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[chorus] |
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Been so long I miss my homies |
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Been so long I really miss my homies |
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We keep eachother strong they never left me lonely |
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Been so long I really miss my homies |
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[killa tay] |
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There are so many homies to this game |
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But will it change got me goinin the same livin the range ????? the brain |
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Feelin the pain |
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Wonderin if ill ever see my G's again |
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Dependin on god to GLD when I need a friend |
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Resistin to take been on my own since my childhood |
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Pourin out some hennesse of memory of enale wood |
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Prayin for peace but still these streets gettin worse |
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We livin revalation so I'm headed back to church |
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Ajusted my mind remainded ricuse raisin my sons |
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Officially made no more stressin we infested in funds |
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Im still thuggin money cant change me |
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Still free until I'm six feet deep I rest in piece |
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[chorus] |
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[marvaless] |
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Rememberin some times |
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About the old school days |
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When we was rippin verses |
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Strictly for the love of the game |
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Talent shows were the thang |
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And all the sessions were packed |
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You had to raise out the stop if you were weak on the rap |
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Put the beat box in the back movin the crowd was the thing |
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Servin them all with the dream |
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No matter how bad it seemed |
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Kept our eyes on the prize |
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Always strivin for more |
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Raise up in the ghetto |
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Fast times strugglin, bubblin and losin |
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Half way we be choosin |
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Missin all my homies restin six feet |
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Always keep your name in the streets |
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Make sure they know how we did it |
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Until we meet on the other side |
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Ride fo the cause and blaze one for you |
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Til we meet again stya up and tru |
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[chorus] |
