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Life |
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Niggaz used to come and get me |
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When it was time to disagree with an enemy |
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Pass the Hennessey it gives me energy |
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Packed the gat in the small of my back |
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Where these niggaz at I clear the whole pack |
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Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm down for my set I'm a vet |
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Smokin' on a wet cigarette |
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(Who these niggaz think they are?) |
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(Wishin' on a ghetto star I represent my tar, [Incomprehensible]) |
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I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs |
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'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs |
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Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis |
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Shootin' at your neighbors |
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('Cuz sometimes I feel like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) |
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Hot rocks fly from the back seat |
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And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet |
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And if you crawl in the middle bleed mo' than a little |
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(What?) |
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Killer king is the hospital, feelin' numb from the bullets I hum |
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And when they hit, black mothers have fits, I don't give a shit |
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Fool, I'm a vet you can bet |
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That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
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(Check it) |
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It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there |
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(Foe life) |
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I'm still there |
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My house shoes get wet from the dew on the grass |
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Up early in the morning takin' out the trash |
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Feelin' like a loser alcohol abuser |
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Two youngsters roll up on a beach cruiser |
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One on the pedals the other on the handle bars |
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(What?) |
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Tryin' be ghetto stars they said |
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"Are you from the Westside, is it so?" |
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I said, "Hell yea and who wanna know? |
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(Me) |
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In slow mo fo', fo' slugs face down in the mud |
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Puddle full of blood left for dead |
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The pain starts to spread now I can't feel my legs |
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I meet Dr. Who, at King Drew Medical Center |
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As I enter I.C.U. |
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He said, "The bullet hit a nerve that was vital" |
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I said, "I can't move my legs", he said, |
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"Don't try to, now this ain't the end, my friend" |
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("What?") |
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"But you'll probably never walk again" |
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I sit there motionless holdin' this pain inside contemplating suicide |
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At night, I jerk and jerk |
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But my dick don't work, it don't even hurt |
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(Damn) |
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Now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube |
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I be pissin' through a tube |
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Fool, I'm a vet |
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Fool, I'm a vet you can bet |
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That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
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(Check it) |
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It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there |
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Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair |
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Fuck a V A they need G A |
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Gang hospital for a cripple now I'm drinkin' rippal |
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Same corner same hood I'm still there |
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With bandanas tied to my wheel chair |
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To all the hood rat hoes, I'm fired |
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They mad 'cuz my tongue get tired |
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Now everybody wanna put they dope on me |
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Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D. |
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I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five |
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Dependin' on that to keep my ass alive |
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I don't got bows but my arm's about a one-six |
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With fuckin' legs, lookin' like tooth picks |
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Sometimes I can't deal, got to beg the B G's to roll me up the hill |
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(C'mon man) |
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Put me on the porch, now I'm on the torch smokin' cocaine |
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Just to maintain nutin' to gain, nutin' to lose |
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And last night I couldn't make it to the bathroom |
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Feelin' like a two year old, you can't get a sip from the brew I hold |
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Nigga, its the only friend to a stranger, AKA handicap gang banger |
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There's a lot in my life I regret becomin' a ghetto vet |
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Fool, I'm a vet |
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Fool, I'm a vet you can bet |
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That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
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(Check it) |
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It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there |
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Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair |
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Fool, I'm a vet you can bet |
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That I could dance underwater and not get wet |
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(Check it) |
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It's rainin' bullets and I'm still there |
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Young ghetto nigga in a wheelchair |
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Life |
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Yea |
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Life |
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Yea |
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Life, life |
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Dedicated to all the ghetto vets |
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For every nigga that done took one for the hood |
