| The only way to change me is let me blow my brains out
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| Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
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| Pray to my God everyday but he don’t listen
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| The poverty bothers me
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| But mama’s working wonders in the kitchen
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| Listen I can hear her crying in the bedroom
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| Praying for money we never think would she be dead soon
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| Am I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else?
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| I’m 13 can’t feed myself
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| Can I blame daddy 'cause he left me
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| Wish he would’ve helped me too much like him 'til my mama don’t love me
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| On my own at a early age gettin' paid
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| And I’m strapped so I’ll never be afraid
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| Where did I go astray? |
| I’m hanging in the back streets
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| Running with G’s and dope fiends will they jack me?
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| Can’t turn back my eyes on the prize
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| I got nothing to lose
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| Everybody gotta die, say good-bye to the bad guy
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| That one you fucked when you passed by
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| Buck buck from a Glock, let the glass fly
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| Do or Die walk a mile in my shoes
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| And you’d be crazy too, with nothing to lose
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| I got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| I got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| I got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| Nothing to lose…
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
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| I thank the Lord for my many blessings
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| Though I’m stressin' keep a vest for protection
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| From the barrel of the Smith & Wesson
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| And all my niggas in the pen', here we go again
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| Ain’t nothing separating us from a Mac-10
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| Born in the ghetto as a hustler older
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| Straight soldier bucking at them busters
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| No matter how you try niggas never die
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| We just retaliate with hate, then we multiply
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| See me striking down the block hittin' corners
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| Mobbin' like a motherfucker livin' like I wanna
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| Ain’t no stoppin' at the red lights I’m sideways
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| Thug Life motherfucker crime pays
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| Let the cops put they lights on
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| Chase me nigga, zig-zaggin' through the freeway
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| Race me nigga, in a high speed chase with the law
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| The realest motherfucker that you ever saw
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| I’m livin' raw 'til they bury me, don’t worry me
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| I’m high livin' like I ain’t afraid to die
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| And you could walk a mile in my shoes
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| And you’d be crazy too, with nothing to lose
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| I got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| I got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| And nothing to lose…
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali (Nothing to lose)
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
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| Ain’t no escape from a deadly fate
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| And everyday there’s a million black bodies put away
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| I’m startin' to lose hope
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| It seems everybody’s on dope
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| Mama told me to leave 'cause she was broke
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| Sometimes I choke on the indo
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| Peepin' out the window alone on my own, I’m a criminal
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| Got no love from the household
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| I’m out cold in the streets give me motherfucking peace
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| I got nothing to lose, and something to prove
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| What do I do livin Thug Life nigga stay true
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| I wonder when they kill me
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| Is there a Heaven for a real G?
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| Lord forgive me if you feel me?
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| 'Cause all my life I was dirt broke
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| With no hope little skinny motherfucker wantin' dough
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| I hated cutting suckers with my razor blade
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| But everyday it’s a struggle to get major paid
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| Anyway it’s so hard on a nigga in this city
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| No pity and ain’t no love for the scrubs that be buyin dimes
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| If you could walk a mile in my shoes
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| You’d be crazy too, with nothing to lose
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| Got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| Got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Livin' with nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| Yeah…
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes (Got nothing to lose)
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| I got raw when I came to Cali
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| You know…
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| That’s why I got gang-related rhymes
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| They wonder what type nigga be a, Thug Life nigga
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| We be the craziest…
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| Muthafucka!
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| You know!
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| They wonder what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga
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| We be the craziest! |