| Hold on… *lighter flicks up*
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| Yeah, it’s gonna be alright
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| Don’t trip, baby *inhales*
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| It’ll get better… *coughing*
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| Aye, do this thug style, man, thug style
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| When this whole beat drop
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| We just gon' run it to 'em
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| Bet, it’s all good, uhh
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| I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
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| Little skinny kid sneakin' weed in my bag lunch
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| And all through Junior High, we was just gettin' by
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| And drive-by's robbed my homies of their young lives
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| I never did cry, and even though I had pain in my heart
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| I was hopeless from the start
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| They couldn’t tell me nothin', they all tried to help me
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| The marijuana had my mind gone, it wasn’t healthy
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| I traveled places, caught cases, what a ill year
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| I felt the pain and the rain, but I’m still here
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| Never did like the police
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| Let the whole world know, now I gets no peace
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| ‘Cause they chasin' me down
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| And facin' me now, what do I do?
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| These things that a thug goes through
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| And still I rise, so keep your head up
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| And make your mind strong
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| It’s a struggle every day, but you gotta hold on
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| When it’s on, it’s on
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| There’s never a good day, ‘cause in my hood they
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| Let they AK’s pump strays where the kids play
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| And every Halloween, check out the murder scene
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| Can’t help but duplicate the violence seen on the screen
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| My homies dyin' before they get to see they birthdays
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| These is the worst days, sometimes it hurts to pray
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| And even God turned his back on the ghetto youth
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| I know that ain’t the truth, sometimes I look for proof
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| I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto, and if it does
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| Does it matter if you Blood or you Cuz?
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| Remember how it was?
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| The picnics and the parties in the projects
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| Small time drinkin', gettin' high with them armies
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| Just another knucklehead kid from the gutter
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| I’m dealin' with the madness, raised by a single mother
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| I’m tryin' to tell you when it’s on
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| You gotta keep your head to the sky
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| And be strong, most of all, hold on
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| Hold on, be strong!
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| When it’s on, it’s on
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| (Hold on, be strong *repeats in background*)
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| I know them ain’t tears comin' down your face
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| Wipe your eyes
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| In this world, only the strong survive, you know?
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| Hehe, I know it’s hard out there
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| Welfare, AIDS, earthquakes, muggings, car-jackings
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| Yeah, we got problems
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| But believe me when I tell you things always get better
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| God don’t like ugly, and God don’t like no quitters
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| You know what Billie Holiday said?
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| Bay-bee, God bless the child that can hold his own
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| You know? |
| You got to stand strong
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| And when these bustas try to knock you out your place
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| You stand there to they face
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| Tell 'em «Hold on!», and be strong
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| The game don’t stop, huh
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| This here is black, man
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| If you don’t never learn nothin', learn one thing
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| It don’t stop, 'til the casket drop
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| Thug for life… feel me?
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| All my homeboys and my homegirls, stay strong
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| When things get bad
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| Especially come the first and the fifteenth
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| Stay strong, and stay ballin', hold on
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| I’ll catch y’all at the next life, we in traffic |