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Step by step, heart to heart |
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Left right left, we all fall down |
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Step by step, heart to heart, left right left |
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We all fall down like toy soldiers |
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Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win |
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But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
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I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure |
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Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders |
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I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it |
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Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter |
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I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless |
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I absolutely have to I'm supposed to set an example |
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I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em |
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If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em |
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That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it |
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There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it |
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I heard him say Hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it |
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It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and nas shit |
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And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it |
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I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted |
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And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it |
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This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it |
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That was never my object for someone to get killed |
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Why would I wanna destroy something I help build |
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It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good |
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I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' |
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Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth |
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And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about |
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Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef |
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So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth |
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While he's all over TV yeah I'm talkin' a man who literally saved my life |
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Like fuck it I understand this is business |
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And this shit just isn't none of my business |
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But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute 'cause |
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Step by step, heart to heart, left right left |
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We all fall down like toy soldiers |
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Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win |
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But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
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There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme |
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And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin' |
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But now it's elevated 'cuz once you put someone's kids in it |
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The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it? |
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It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin' |
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We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin' |
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Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him |
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And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him |
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Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him |
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Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it |
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Mean while my attention is pullin' in another direction |
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Some receptionist at the source who answers phones at his desk |
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Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection |
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Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record |
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But now he's fucked the game up 'cuz one of the ways I came up |
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Was through that publication the same one that made me famous |
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Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin' |
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Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then |
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But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think |
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That we just inherited 50's beef with murder inc |
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And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind |
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We still have soldiers that's on the front line |
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That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders |
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Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us |
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We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus |
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To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is |
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To have runyon avenue soldiers up in our corners |
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Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is |
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But I ain't try na have none of my people hurt and murdered |
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It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it |
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Then to just say that I love y'all too much to see the verdict |
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I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further |
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But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin' |
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I'm just willin' to be the bigger man if y'all can quit poppin' |
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Off at your jaws well then I can 'cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin' |
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I'm not gonna let someone else's coffin rest on my conscience 'cuz |
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Step by step, heart to heart, left right left |
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We all fall down like toy soldiers |
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Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win |
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But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |
