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Plow! |
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Ba-da-ba-a-a-ah |
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Comin down now |
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Spice 1 |
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Ya know |
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Jah man |
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Come again |
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Everybody wanna go to heaven |
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But don't nobody wanna die |
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Life's too sweet to pass by |
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Lookin at the hourglass, I |
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See how fast time fly |
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I keep a strong will to live |
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I be a old man with a lotta game to give |
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I'll make the kids do somethin more positive |
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Instead of bein like me, a thug or gee |
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Tryin to stay up out the penitentiary |
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I got a whole army, some r.i.p. |
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Some stuck in a cell, some out on bail |
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Some doin major fed time in jail |
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I'm lookin at the world with hungry eyes |
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Inner city full of jealousy and lies |
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Hopin that the Lord'll hear my cries |
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Help a young black male rise |
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Enemies pose as friends |
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Player never know when his life'll end |
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Can't trust too many, can't cross the game |
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Walk with my head down in the rain |
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Think about greed, some disease |
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Cause everybody rappin still gettin cheese |
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Some think about the pain that they inflict |
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And some don't think, just stack the chips |
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Everyone wan to go to heaven |
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But nobody wan to die |
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Mi say |
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Everyone want a million dollar |
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But nobody want to work |
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Everybody want a million |
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More jails, less schools for the children |
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Invest in a penitentiary |
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Makin money off niggas like you and me |
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My God, it's the turn of the century |
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I wonder what the game got in store for me |
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Will it be a lotta seeds, my gees be free |
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Or be six feet deep on the day of release? |
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I can't stand it, lost in the game again |
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Will I win? Nobody knows in the end |
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I keep strugglin, pullin on the game of life |
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Try to stay on my toes, up on the edge of knife |
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I'm wakin up from the nightmares, who cares? |
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God, I heard death comin up the stairs |
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I got the past still hauntin me |
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Still knowin how my enemies want me |
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You never know when it's time to go |
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The blind lead the blind |
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If you don't know the game, get left behind |
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No love, hold up, what you thinkin of? |
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Youngsters on the corner goin dub for dub |
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You can't tell em, cause ain't nobody payin em mo' |
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Lost in the thug life, gone for sho' |
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Too many young players six feet in the flo' |
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As another one goes as modern-day hero |
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To other rappers that rose out the concrete, stay strong |
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Have faith in God, it won't be too long, hold on |
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Never lose faith in dreams |
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Watch the next people, they canive and scheme |
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A cold world, ghetto kids born to die |
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Some fall in the game without a chance to fly |
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In too deep, can't escape the drama |
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Too much drama for a young player, young timer |
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Pushed in the game at the age of 12 |
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Hangin on the block, all about the mail |
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It's hard livin, somebody gotta lace the young |
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Before they get enough rope to leave theyself hung |
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Hardcore livin in the projects (projects) |
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Hustlers schemin for the profit (profit) |
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Mo' cash comes in and go fast |
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Toe-tags, dead homies in bodybags |
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Where it stops, nobody knows |
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I'm paranoid, is these enemies or foes? |
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Can't call it, sleep with a open eye |
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This world'll make you laugh, it'll make you cry |
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Stay real, keep a strong mind and strive |
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Cause what it boils down to is stayin alive |
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Nigga strugglin, keep your eye on the game |
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And never stay the same, things always change |
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