| Life…
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| What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
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| Been waking up to another muthafuckin’day
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| I’m the type of soldier,
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| A nigga that seen
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| Everything in my muthafuckin eyes
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| I seen my parents get killed
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| To my muthafuckin eyes
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| I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
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| I seen Pac. |
| Yak. |
| die in the struggle in my eyes
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| So I know anybody can be touched
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| You know what I mean?
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| (Napoleon)
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| Oh God forgive me Somebody please say a prayer for me Needed my parents
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| But they was never there for me Believe in everything they feed me
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| I’m seeing demons
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| I wake up screaming
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| Who believe me or was I dreaming?
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| Five fingers on the .45 chrome
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| Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on I ain’t afraid to die, I want to see what’s after this
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| I’m living blind writing rhymes
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| Til they capture this
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| And if we die let the world understand why
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| Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
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| They seeing us inside a casket
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| That’s how they see us Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
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| We human beings
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| They leaving us inside this hell-hole
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| Just waiting to fail so they tell us That’s what jail for
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| Adolescense young teens turned violent
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| It’s floating, in a world turned silent
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| Cause you could be touched
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| (Chorus Makaveli)
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| Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched
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| Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched
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| I live life High Speed
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| Moving a million miles per hour
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| Towards my destiny
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| Making decesions carelessly
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| Yeah it’s me, yo nigga man child
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| Bomb first stand proud
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| Ain’t looking for hand-outs
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| Twenty-five years up in this bitch
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| And I’ll be damned if I ain’t leaving rich
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| And leave my kids a grip
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| I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
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| You can be touched, I catch you slippin’while I’m on a money mission
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| Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
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| Try to get mo’so my shit don’t flock
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| I lick off shots for everything they owe me And when it’s my time to go
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| I pray the Lord hold me
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| (U can be touched)
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| (Kastro)
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| I was born in the city that never sleeps
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| Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
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| That ever breathed
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| And I was big when I was young
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| And now I see that I was dumb
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| My nigga. |
| Lonnie just got hit with 10… 10 years
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| For trusting a friend
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| They left him stuck in the Penn
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| I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
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| Nobody cares what got here
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| Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
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| Praise the thug ways and I’ll never be bored
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| Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
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| Y’all praise the thug ways
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| So forever it’s on. |
| baby
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| (Chorus Makaveli)
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| My Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched
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| Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched
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| (Young Noble)
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| Why grieve this life
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| Planted by the fiends and pipes
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| Green lights so
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| I’m seeing-seeing everything twice
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| Pretty much of nothing nice
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| (naw) we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we fucking it up Like it can’t happen to us
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| I could never be a bum
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| Yeah right, you wound up one
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| God forbid I’m touched, y’all keep living it up Look and learn
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| Next it could be your turn… word
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| (Kadafi)
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| Yes this a felonies’hobby
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| That got me here thinking robbery
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| Day to day all year long
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| Teflon protects my body
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| It’s such unimportant in this criminal cartel
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| I’m caught and supporting me So in these streets of hockey
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| I play the goalie,
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| Secretz to war licks, and score shit
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| Share between clients and homies
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| Remember what Patcino told me Before he past
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| Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
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| Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
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| And I’m point like a thong
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| And it’s survive for the strong
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| Living outside the laws of this crooked world
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| I was born touched
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| (Chorus Makaveli)
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| My Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched
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| Young niggaz in the wild life
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| Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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| Thinking he can make his pay
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| Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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| Cause you can be touched |