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It's like my adversaries plottin' on my death |
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But I put my life in |
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God's hands, you know |
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I'm thugged out for life, |
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I'm a ghetto nigga for life |
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And oh, I ain't runnin' from ' |
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No Problems' |
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I'm just, tryin' to be stress free you know |
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Sometimes you just gotta sit back and oh |
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Hit that sass and let it just marinate you know |
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Get away, ya heard me? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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How many tears is momma gon' cry? |
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How many caskets she gon' buy?' |
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Til we all gon' realize that we all was born to die |
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Niggaz standin' on corners, just to scheme and plot |
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Niggaz killin' up each other, for grams of rock |
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Subconscious all of my wrongdoing that's why |
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I pack a long gun |
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Niggaz fightin' every day, 'til death be the outcome |
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I got a foot in the grave and oh, one in the pen |
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Homies wishin' of a better life but it's blowin' in the wind |
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And I was cursed since birth 'cause |
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I was born in the project |
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Raised on powdered milk government cheese |
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Eggs and a county check, |
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I hustled in hallways with no lights |
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Hopin' I could make it through the days and live through the nights |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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They nailed |
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Jesus to the cross, put my people on dope |
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I don't know a nigga in the project, that own a plane or a boat |
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See society got me fed up, brought us over here to misled us |
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I gotta troublesome mind, |
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I gotta troublesome soul |
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I been in and out of jail on probation and parole |
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And when I really die is they gon' steal my gold teeth? |
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Now who's the real animal 'em or me? |
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And if you ready for me |
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Lord, and |
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I'm the next contender |
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I'm tryin' to change my life, see |
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I don't wanna die a sinner |
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And do the police really protect and serve? |
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Then why it ain't no crack houses in the suburbs? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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My soldiers roll with me to a place where we all can just get away |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there a ghetto in the sky? |
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Is there really a place where oh, ain't no fightin', an't no killin'? |
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Ain't no backstabbin', ain't no friends turnin' against each other |
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Ain't no racism, ain't no hate, sound like |
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Heaven to me it's hard to find |
