| Yeah
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| It’s more of that gangsta shit
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| Real shit (Yeah)
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| It’s gon' get deep in this shit right now
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| From out the depths of hell, a black angel came up
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| And still was able to fly with burn wings done
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| Brought up with little white devil’s, and black devil’s
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| The evil’s in his blood from ancestor’s, that raped his great Grandmother’s,
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| so they kids and I was one of them
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| As a child I really couldn’t understand why
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| Life was the way it was, and I was getting tired of the lies
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| I tried to drink away the pain, and painkillers would knock me off
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| Only to awake to the same Ol' bullshit
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| My own pops couldn’t answer my questions about god
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| Gave me the bullshit moms wasn’t no help, she was confused as Him,
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| fuck it you can’t blame them
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| Who shot Martin?, Malcom?, B.I.G?, and Pac?
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| I don’t know, all I know is that (I shed so many tears)
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| Lord, lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| It ain’t gon' stop nothin' nigga, we gangsta
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| Ain’t nothin' up but our mothafuckin' paper
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| I lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| Whether California, New Yorkers, I love all my thugs, cause money like drugs
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| Feel me, 'fore they kill me, I know I’m a target
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| H.P. |
| knew n' got bodied for startin' shit, guess I’m next on the list
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| Cuz' when I turned nineteen I figured out who I really is
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| And who they really Is, it’s blue bloods that’s runnin' the world
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| Serpents and aryan’s, word to my girl, and that queen in England Ain’t nothin'
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| But a whore, In Babylon the great shall fall
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| Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I fear no evil; |
| so bring it on man
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| Let’s go, fuck y’all niggas waitin' 'round fo'
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| Y’all scared to speak your mind and catch bullet holes
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| Y’all scared cuz' they Assassinated they people before?
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| (come on man)
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| Well fuck it I’ll gon' down for y’all, and maybe you’ll learn
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| From all of my blood shed, to open yah eyes
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| Man all I know is (I shed so many tears)
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| Lord, lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| It ain’t gon' stop nothin' nigga, we gangsta
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| Ain’t nothin' up but our mothafuckin' paper
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| I lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| Whether California, New Yorkers, I love all my thugs, cause money like drugs
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| We learn to walk, after we crawl, then we stand tall
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| That’s what life’s about
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| I grew up with blood in my eyes mixed with tears, that’s what it be Growin' up
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| as a juvenile, and now my whole life style’s corrupt
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| The piece That paved the way, go on and blazes up
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| They told me how to raise it up
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| Pour out liquor for my niggas, we greed an' we haze it up
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| I seen a nigga get blasted up
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| With a volver' gun,, grenades, even gauged up
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| Cause no one gave a fuck, life’s a bitch, n' they seeds become Bastards,
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| that Raise themselves, In the streets gettin' flavored up
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| Girl’s gettin' turned out, lookin' burnt out, they basin' it up
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| And some turn they back instead of being corrupt
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| But the rap game like the crack game you might get fucked
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| (I shed so many tears)
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| Lord, lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| It ain’t gon' stop nothin' nigga, we gangsta
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| Ain’t nothin' up but our mothafuckin' paper
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| I lost so many peers
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| And shed so many tears
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| Whether California, New Yorkers, I love all my thugs, cause money like drugs |