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Verse 1: noreaga |
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Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that |
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My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack |
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I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that |
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So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap |
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Nigga 'pone ain't home, not yet (not yet? ) |
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Yo it don't matter 'cause we's all on the same set |
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Me and ? ? ? kick it on the here and there |
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The really head to tough but the love is there |
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My pops died on july 3rd, '98 |
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So now a nigga need mad herb |
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'cause my pops is here yo he loved his son |
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Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun |
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And said "popi, you gotta protect ya moms |
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Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms" |
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He used to make me hit the punching bag |
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My dad, he was a boxer god |
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And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove |
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He just a thug and I love him yo |
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So i'ma spread that love... |
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Chorus (repeat 2x) |
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Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes |
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Sometimes I want channel 8, sometimes |
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Sometimes I get drunk all God damn day |
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Sometimes I wanna go back around the way |
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Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes |
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Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke |
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Verse 2: musolini |
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I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here |
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Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously |
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Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory |
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You still breathe, your face show through your seeds |
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And who know it that you go so quick |
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We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke |
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My pen spittin and I show this |
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I swore an oath you would notice |
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I go to lengths with my rap strengths |
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When I think about my past friends k-rock and d-zo |
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Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties |
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The pain and project glory |
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I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush |
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Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must |
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All my peoples street and physical |
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I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle |
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Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, it's like I feel a hush over the skies |
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Touched by dead guys speakin... |
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Chorus (repeat 2x) |
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Verse 3: noreaga |
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Yo from biggie smalls to killa b too |
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? ? ? and 2pac, yo my twin and my pops |
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Hit-hard todd and smiley, t-bone too |
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And plus, my nigga raheem, from ? ? ? |
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You know I poured out beer for fernando too |
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And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew |
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Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same |
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I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game |
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But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit |
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Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique! |
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But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more |
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Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door |
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But I maintain still holdin' in the pain |
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Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same |
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Mothaf**kin mambo, yo I love my dad |
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I know he probably didn't realize what he had |
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Chorus (repeat 4x) |
