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Everything was suppose to be all Jesus |
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Everything was suppose to be all Jesus |
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But it seems like everything is all Satan |
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But it seems like everything is all Satan |
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Everything was suppose to be all Jesus |
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Everything was suppose to be all Jesus |
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But it seems like everything is all Satan |
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But it seems like everything is all Satan |
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In the new millennium you can't play with nobody's mind, man |
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Deliberately messing up a good thing or holding up a grind |
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And you already knowing life's a big fight against time, man |
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Crime minds really *****ne who's dying is the kind, man |
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When some of us find that life ain't beautiful |
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We switch to pharmaceuticals |
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Your nine to five ain't suitable for the cuticles |
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I'm going bad currently I keep ending up with even less than I had |
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Record company is dealing me something sad |
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How do you expect a man to sit and wait with three kids |
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For you to figure out what Tech's single is |
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Going bad I feel like I just might act a fool |
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When I see 'em gotta a ***** feeling petty looking forward to |
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Perdeium, I got some issues |
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Most of these record execs are soft as tissues |
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Defecate on they self when they hear some 'I'm gon' get yous' |
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Understand this when a Rogue's at, you're trying to hold back |
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His dough sack and try to bozac |
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And he go **** the 4, 4 back, you chose that |
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So cut these ties and I'll rise, let's compromise |
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Or else I'll hop a plane with my guys |
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QDIII said, it ain't all good |
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When you sign with a record label |
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Who ain't had a hot soundtrack ever since Boyz N Da Hood |
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I'm going bad, no luck |
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I'm going, bad, bad, bad so rough |
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I'm going bad, bad, bad no church |
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I'm going bad, bad, bad disperse |
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I'm going bad, feel me out now? |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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No one wants to see an angel in this world |
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In these days to them I am the epitome of evil |
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A found soul, looking to save the lost |
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To them I am death and of not wanting an evil man |
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For living expenses they gave me like thirty-five G's |
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Picture me in a hospital shot up with thirty IV's |
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That's what I really needed when I found out this drama, trauma |
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Instead of moving I should've kept all that |
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And continued to stay with my girl's momma |
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Gutter living got me tripping, I'm smoking bud daily |
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Gutter living got me tripping, I'm going blood crazy |
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Gutter living got me tripping I'm struggling like a bad actor |
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Gutter living got me sounding like The Madd Rapper |
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The bad influence, the bad apple, the bad seed, that's me |
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The bad people, The bad karma, the bad breed, mushroom tripping |
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Brain's a mushroom cloud finding groupies tugging |
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On my zipper while I'm hanging on to my vows |
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Demons surround me in triple stage darkness and taunt me |
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They know I'm the good guy going bad so they want me |
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All my family remembers way back in the day I was good |
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But they doubt now disperse I'm going bad |
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Feel me out now |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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To say going bad to most, ha, never been good |
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Just getting worst thoughts to destroy and to tear things apart |
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Thoughts to praise, adore and to love |
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The trick is, what voice is telling you what |
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Mind state of a pirate, I'm irate |
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Used to be cool till some straight fool lit the pilot |
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Will I be that mid-town bound |
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In the middle of a riot or at a warehouse? |
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*****pping platinum shaking hands with Violet |
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No love for the bane, false foes in the game |
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The Qwest wreck was a shame, t'was a journey full of pain |
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But Tech N9NE will remain, hella brave, and untamed |
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So make way for the reign I'm bringing Highland and Wayne |
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No thanks to Qwest, they on the receiving end of the gun |
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I cursed you every time I climb, you're getting fired, one by one |
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But taking one with me 'cause she knows |
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The true meaning of a modern day hippie |
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Who creates jewels off mushrooms and bombs sticky |
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Hog stylin', Mid West Side And Newday and King Tech and Sway |
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These are the people keeping me alive to this day much love |
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QD said, you can't make rell with a label who let Tipper Gore talk *****t |
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And made 'em take Ice T's cop killer off the shelves |
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I'm going bad, no luck |
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I'm going bad, so rough |
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I'm going bad, no church |
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I'm going bad, disperse |
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I'm going bad, feel me out now |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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This life I live ain't extra, no angels to stand next to |
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To live a life that's better, I'll sacrifice whatever |
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Right now I can't distinguish which voice I'm listening to |
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Am I evil or just another lost soul going bad |
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Or just been bad and getting worst |
