| Growing up as an inner city brotha
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| where every other had a pops and a motha
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| I was tha product of a heated lover
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| Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and since my pops never knew me my family didn’t know what ta do with me was I somebody they despise
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| curious look in they eyes
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| as if they wonder if i’m dead or alive
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| poor momma can’t control me quit tryin' ta save my soul, I wanna roll with my homies
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| a ticken timebomb
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| can’t nobody fade me packin' a 380
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| and fiendin' for my mercedes
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| suckers scatter
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| but it don’t matter i’m a cool shot
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| punks drop from all tha buckshots tha fools got
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| i’m tired of being a nice guy
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| i’ve been poor all my life, but don’t know quite why
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| so they label me a lunatic
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| could care less
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| death or success
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| is what I quest
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| cause i’m fearless
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| now tha streetz R Deathrow
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| Chorus
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| I just murdered a man, i’m even more stressed
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| wearin' a vest
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| hopein' that their aimin' at my chest
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| much too young to bite tha bullet
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| hand on tha trigga
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| I see my life before my eyes each time I pull it I hope I live to be a man
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| must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state
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| penn
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| counting pennys over tha years
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| I’d done stacked many
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| proven wrong those
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| who swore i’d wouldn’t live till twenty
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| now they gotta cope
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| since it’s tha only thing I know
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| it’s difficult to let it go
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| i’m startin' to loose my hair cause I worry
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| hustlin' to keep from gettin' buried
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| but now I gotta move away now
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| cause these suckers wanna spray where I lay down
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| my homie lost his family and snapped
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| shot up half tha block to bring them back
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| Chorus
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| (like it ain’t nothin')
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| i’m dangerous
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| when drunk I only drink beer
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| gin makes me sin
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| unable to think clear
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| heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close
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| BOOM BOOM BOOM
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| got me shooting at a ghost
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| some call me crazy
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| but this is what you gave me amongst tha babies, who raised up from tha slavery
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| I sport a vest and hit tha sess to kill tha stress
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| moved out west and I invest in all tha best
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| those who test will find a bullet in they chest
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| put ta rest
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| by a brotha who was hopeless
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| grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
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| how many pistols smoking coming from a broken family
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| i’m sick of being tired
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| sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing
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| tell bush to push tha button cause i’m fed
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| tired of hearin' these voices in my head
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| Chorus
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| this goes out to my partners in tha Live Squad (like it ain’t nothin')
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| and all my partners involved in that 187
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| watch your back…
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| There got to be a better way…
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| There’s too many of us in tha cemetary
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| come on, what we gonna do now
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| (cause i’ll beat you down, like it ain’t nothin')
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| tha streetz R Deathrow |