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(feat. Kokane, Kurupt) |
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[Verse 1: Kola] |
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Let me go back,relflex scenario's of livin the life |
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Circumstances that it hances times of struggle and strife |
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Realizin what's the key to the game |
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But seven deadly sins commince the huver over and rain |
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1976 shovelin shit for eleven |
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A beautiful black queen until birth I was givin |
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No man no plan circumstances still repeat |
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To beat the poverty and deceit you must cheat |
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Exposed to worldly things what brings settleness it seems |
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But in the end loneliness and heartache controls the scene |
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Baggy jeans and t-shirt plus my feet hurt |
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Tryna get off some work, baby daddy is a squirt |
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Homie's tellin me to ride but my son comes first |
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Single mother on the struggle so I'm puttin in work |
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Time to focus on my life cause I'm livin in sync |
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Sufferin in this world we in,end |
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[Chorus: Kokane] |
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It's not the way I planned it,naw |
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This life we livin sometimes ain't fair |
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Keep your head up you'll make it, yeah |
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If at times you feel your nobody |
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Just reach inside I know you can achieve |
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[Verse 2: Conyiac] |
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Sometimes devilish thoughts seems to journey threw my mental |
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Bad intensions purposely and mistakes can be accidental |
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Some decisions made that I regret and can't deny it |
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Life's about chance takin,I'm neck breakin just to try it |
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My toe in the door smash right now I done stepped in |
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Miscommuncatin took the lead(what I got myself in?) |
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You the???? in the beginning as usual always |
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Then it escalate to the conflict and brawl stage |
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The wrong page of the book that had my heart shook |
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Now I read it closer to the end and took my last look |
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Mind thinkin detects," I can't get another job" |
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But hard feelins it won't be the same I love only one |
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Even though it hurts, I move in right treatment mandetel |
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He learn from you from the next(got my game tight up for me) |
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It's all good, shake and peace, catch you in traffic on the streets |
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Somethin plan to happen, i'm over it done beat the heat |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3: Big Chan] |
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I gotta question, why all the real nigga's get killed? |
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And leave these busta's on these streets, meet up at Swat Meet's |
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We concrete slaves, and now you got beef? |
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Face to face wit gang banger's, Dogg Angels, we street politicer's |
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Consider us bitch nigga killa's |
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I low ride, I smoke, I take a look at my life |
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It's my life, I pull out, so say goodbye to this life |
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It's too short, so fuck friends, i'm countin on these dead president's |
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To win and get in, it's all in connectin |
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Dividin, we ridin, Mr.Colene present's the West Coast Donna's |
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Upsettin MC's, pop the collar's on ya baby mama's |
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Millenium rider's, eastsidaz, westsidaz |
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So won't you stay wit me, stay wit me |
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We loosin too many homie's it's goin down constanlly, constanlly |
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We drop that bomb shit, that next level shit |
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[Kurupt] |
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Yeah |
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West Coast |
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Doggy's Angels |
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Kurupt Young Gotti |
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Givin it up for the millenium |
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2K, uh, YG2K |
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And we gon do it like this |
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Yeah |
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Ride to this, pop it |
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Zee zee! |
