| Life in the city, life in the city
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| Oakland, California, Compton, California
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| But we survive
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| Only the strongest survive
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| Life, life in the city
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| In the city and nigga’s tryna survive
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| Only the strongest survive
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| You ever been a victim of being a prisoner inside your own mind?
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| The bright lights of the street lights will make you go blind
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| Handicap your senses, you was just an apprentice of watching niggas jump fences
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| Now you in the Olympics and your hurdle was high enough to clear the tallest of
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| clothes lines
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| Talented when they closing in on your behind
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| Life of a young delinquent, even stole him a Lincoln
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| At fifteen, middle fingers walked out the precinct
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| I mean the cycle just continue
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| The vital information and fine print on the menu
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| So you’ll never read it even if a nigga lend you
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| Money out my own pocket, to make it right
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| You’ll still attend to
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| Be on them corners with stop signs and a nine
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| Cause nine times out of ten, MAC 11's cry
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| And twelve died yesterday and if anyone divides
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| The six that carried you eventually lose they lives
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| True story
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| When the night falls anything can happen
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| We just pray we make it out alive
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| We all wanna make it to the top one day
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| Success is a street only going one way
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| But we all won’t make it
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| Just try your best to survive
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| (You all wanna see a dead body?)
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| Well, follow me across the train tracks
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| Where angry and insane Blacks
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| They slang crack
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| Candles burn where they were slain at
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| And bottles get poured where they would hang at
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| Close, I give you truth in this essence
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| Dead homies added to swears when truth is in question
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| Like «Man I think he lying or he put that on someone»
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| If I known you ten years, got the right to say we cousins
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| I’m from the city of broken homes, and often I was home alone
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| And momma started smoking cause daddy was scared to smoke alone
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| Section 8 policies, Top Ramen and sunflower seeds
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| June got kill’t cause he ain’t wanna lose his Wallaby’s
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| Constant atrocities, no one is safe
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| There’s no religion that can save you, say goodbye to your faith
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| Whether you Muslim or a Christian, Baptist, Jewish or Adventist,
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| Atheist or non-religious
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| Put survival on your wishlist
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| Cuz
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| When the night falls anything can happen
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| We just pray we make it out alive
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| We all wanna make it to the top one day
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| Success is a street only going one way
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| But we all won’t make it
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| Just try your best to survive
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| You walked in the apartment and saw your father on the carpet
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| With a belt wrapped around his arm and a scarf under his armpit
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| And a needle shoved in his bicep
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| Earlier this morning you warned him
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| His addict habits are something you couldn’t digest
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| You cry saying «I just don’t wanna see you die»
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| Now you tryna dissect the fact that he hasn’t opened his eyes yet
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| You collapsed on his body and you started thinking
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| I could perform CPR, jump start his heart if it’s beating
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| But his pulse started to weaken
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| His cardio region depleting as you given him part of your breathing
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| He dead and gone and you had a bad feeling when you was heading home
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| Now it’s etched in stone, you’ve been left alone
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| So you grabbed his chrome gun, handle all pearl, aw nah girl
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| Put it to your head, thinking, fuck everybody like a call girl in a small world
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| Then pulled back but it didn’t clap
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| Damn
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| When the night falls anything can happen
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| We just pray we make it out alive
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| We all wanna make it to the top one day
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| Success is a street only going one way
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| But we all won’t make it
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| Just try your best to survive |