| I’ve changed…
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| You motherfuckers kill me
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| I’ve changed…
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| It ain’t that i’ve changed
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| But it’s strange how you motherfuckers rearrange
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| When I found fame
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| Point ya finger at tha bad guy
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| You know what my momma used to tell me If ya can’t find something to live for.
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| then you BEST, find something ta die for
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| (Richard Pryor: If there’s hell below, we’re all gonna go!)
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| (*repeat the above throughout*)
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| Deep deep
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| La’tasha Hardings, remember that name…
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| Cause a bottle of juice… ain’t something to die for
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| Young Quaid, remember that name…
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| Cause all you motherfuckers
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| That go to your grave with that name on your brain
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| Cause jealousy and recklessness is NOT, something to die for
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| All you niggas out there (*echoed laughter*)
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| Got a crack that crumbles
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| When I say all you niggas (all you niggas)
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| Unite
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| One nigga, teach two niggas
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| Four niggas teach more niggas
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| All the poor niggas
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| The pen niggas
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| The rich niggas
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| The strong niggas
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| UNITE
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| There’s more of us than there is of them
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| Look around…
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| Check your strip
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| Deep deep
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| That’s something to die for
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| Black
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| That’s something to live for
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| What do I know? |