| Are you still down?
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| Are you still down?
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| Are you still down?
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| Now up and at 'em it’s on, I was raised to be strong
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| And mama told me be a thug, since the day I was born
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| I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
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| Got for real about my papers, 'cause the game was wild
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| And the fame was a plot to try to change me
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| And what’s strange is, nobody knew my name 'fore it came
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| Now the whole world is calling me a killer
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| All I ever did, was try to reach the kids with the real
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| All the time I was ballin', never heard my friends callin'
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| Couldn’t stop myself from fallin', I’m all in
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| Shit’s gettin' sleazy, believe me
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| Best to take what ya need, but don’t be greedy
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| 'Cause in my mind, I see sunshine
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| I thought I didn’t have to run
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| Now I’m duckin' from the gun yellin' «One time!»
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| Take your time to feel my record
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| And if you did, chill a second
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| My blind method, will still wreck it
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| My young homies stay strong
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| I wonder if they’ll listen to a nigga when he gone
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| Are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| I’m gettin' high, so a nigga think, he touch the sky
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| Turn tough inside, in the rush to die
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| Livin' life as a thug, time to face the truth
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| What’s goin' on with the wasted youth, please God
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| Come and save me, had to work with what ya gave me
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| And got a nigga goin' crazy
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| I can’t read the signs
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| I’m blind, but a nigga know he need his nine
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| 'Cause times, they ain’t what they used to be
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| Ain’t a penitentiary built big enough for me
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| And my niggas on the streets, man, listen
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| 'Cause these ain’t the old days
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| Ain’t no way, I’m bustin' my ass and gettin' no pay
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| It seems I can’t find my focus and homie, I ain’t paranoid
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| I seen the future and it’s hopeless
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| Lord knows, it’s hard on a young scrub
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| It seems I had less problems when I slung drugs
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| But since I’m tryin' lace, niggas with the game
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| Wanna see me locked in chains, tryin' to dirty up my name
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| And them same motherfuckers that was callin' me
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| Will be the first to turn their backs, when I’m fallin', see
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| I should have seen it from the jump, but now it’s clear
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| This one nigga got the town in fear, but are you still down
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up … are you still down?
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| Raise 'em up—
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| I wrote this for my critics and my enemies
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| Last year ya used to love me, huh, remember me
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| Now ya hate me with a passion, tryin' to get me stuck in the mix
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| I’m stayin' sharp, got no time for them tricks
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| And now they wonder if I’m goin' to jail
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| Just as well, 'cause my life on the streets — a livin' hell
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| And I can’t sleep, they got my phone tapped
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| And mercy Lord, come get me 'fore they hurt me
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| Ran outta tears, and through the years couldn’t change me
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| My daddy left me alone and so I’m angry
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| I never did nothin' wrong, my mama told me, «Baby, it’s on!»
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| And now I’m hustlin' and bustin' them bones
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| Never said it came easy, I’m makin' G’s
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| Buyin' all the things on TV, and gettin' skeezed
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| Wish my homeboys could see me now
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| Little bad motherfucker runnin' wild through the town
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| Please tell me, are you still down?
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up. |
| Remember me
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| Are you still down? |
| Raise 'em up
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| That’s right y’all, give them bitches the motherfuckin' middle finger
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| Raise 'em up
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| These hoes can’t fade me, don’t these bitches know we crazy?
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| Thug life niggas be the sickest
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| You feel me?
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| Now get that shit written down
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| God damn!
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| Took four years and a motherfuckin' case for these motherfuckers to feel me
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| Ain’t that a bitch?
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| Are you still motherfuckin' down?
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| Old ho ass fake ass niggas
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| We out this motherfucker though |