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He started running down the middle of the street |
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Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat |
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Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him |
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It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam |
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A Pacman tryna come up a quarter |
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Joystick, put your score in the corner |
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Running from the ghosts till you get that pill |
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Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still |
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He's used to sell crack, years back |
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I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin |
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The last ones that you would've guessed at it |
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Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets" |
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A long time ago in a hood |
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that is still relatively close as the crow flies |
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No time to grieve or bleed |
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Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs |
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[Chorus: 2X] |
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Such temptation, what's the basis? |
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Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor |
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Stuck in a phase of must get paid here |
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Blood rush, raised up to the majors |
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[Slug] |
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I was living at my dad's crib |
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still a kid, when my best friend began to drift |
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So I guess I was a lame |
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cause I wasn't with the game, mother**** ******* |
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Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke |
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It's a common excuse for those that sold **** |
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If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows |
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Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow |
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You got a tool up inside of your coat |
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And you got no clue why you decided to smoke |
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I never even said goodbye to the bloke |
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I would see him around but never try to provoke |
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But here we are two decades later |
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I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of |
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You never got to be Scarface |
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Caught between a rock and a hard place |
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Maybe he got something to say to me |
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I have to patiently wait and see |
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Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for **** fiends |
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Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues |
