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As I sit in my silver stack thinking about way back |
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Even before I started blazing the chronic sack |
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I was a go wild unfocused troublesome kid |
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Looking up to all the gangsters and the shit they did |
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I was at unimpressionable age through a faze |
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An unmentionable stage deranged full of rage |
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Walking through life in a haze with dark clouds |
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Hanging over my head being wicked and loud |
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And sometimes those demons haunt me and taunt me |
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Follow me pursue me confuse me they want me |
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They come at me from all angles and dangles |
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Memories in front of me, but I wont run away |
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I put the gun away but sometimes my hand ditches |
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But I don't want to get locked away cause I whack bitches |
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I left those ways back in the old days |
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So go away I don't got no time to throw away |
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(Chorus) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive) |
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I got my education on the streets |
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And I learned how to spit rhymes out with or without beats |
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To say whatever I went through or going through |
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Tripping off people who acting like they been knowin you |
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Learn how some of these record companies be holdin you |
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Attaching an image in the end controllin you |
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But we set out to set ourselves apart |
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And let these people know just what they had from the start |
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It's like Ghostface said we studied our art form |
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We turned the mike on and spit a fucking dark storm |
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People slept on me and doubted my skill level |
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But I'm tenacious and I got a strong will level |
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You been introduced to some of the real rebels |
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Injected with venom from god to kill devils |
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(Chorus) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out her so I can survive) |
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I remember my days as youth |
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Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove |
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See man amuse and we creep and we strew |
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Catch your ass slipping and dump on their crew |
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Just -- having fun but you crazy kids |
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Never thought about no prison beds |
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Got gang-sters twenty-five and alive |
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Never see the kids all fucking wild |
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But that's the game and shit don't change |
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Get respect for smoking brains |
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You get a name and you build your rep |
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You courting fools coming in your set |
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Before you know we're having fun |
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Slamming doping and packing gun |
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Leaving mad traces and blasting their faces |
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Got a hundred years for all my fucking cases |
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(Chorus) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so I can survive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (we fight and we struggle out here so we can stay alive) |
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Memories they haunt me (they haunt me) they follow me |
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To the day I die (got to do what I got to do out here so we can survive) |
