| When I come home from work
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| Im fiendin for an eight-ball
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| I got crack on my mind
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| Im hearing cocaine call
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| Telling me to beep the dealer to deliver me stuff
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| Keep it a secret from my wife, cuz she thinks I dont use drugs
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| There I was, bleeding from my nose and damn
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| I couldnt breathe but Im still thinking about the next gram
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| Its friday night and Im not trying to leave my crib doped
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| Ill kill myself while the dealers eating japanese food
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| I aint got no pride, Im buying this shit
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| Im lying to myself telling the runner Im trying to quit
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| Its all make believe, I pretend that Im?
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| When you give me credit, Im dodging you every chance that I get
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| Even if its good, Ill sniff it up in a minute
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| Beep you back complain that you put too much cut in it
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| If you fall for that and bring me a new sack
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| Ill be making more crazy faces than jim carrey on crack
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| Cuz yo Im ripped, I owe you loot
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| Plus I annoy you
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| I deserve to be murdered, but the coke is doing it for you
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| I got nerve, can you put them pills on my bill
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| Yo Ill you were friends and we dont even chill
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| Baking soda, cocaine, how sweet
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| I need to find me a crack pipe and Im complete
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| I got these crack dealers chasing me through the cement jungle
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| Cuz they gave me shit to sell and yo I smoked the whole bundle
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| Yo I cant front — I got dope in my spleen
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| And Im telling everyone at this n.
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| meeting Im thirty days clean
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| I wont die even with tuberculosis
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| I could go on forever mixing dope with my method dosage
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| You could find me at brighton beach or coney island
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| Or rikers island
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| My crack pipe is my violin
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| I play along to the police siren
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| My eyes squint looking for crack on the floor
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| Picking up breadcrumbs and lint
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| I dont know who I am, ask me I couldnt say
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| I took a chance and tried to get clean and it lasted one day
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| Tried to go to rehab too but couldnt get admitted
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| And if theres money missing from your pocketbook you know who did it
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| As a young teen I started with marijuana
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| Then graduated to coke cuz I needed something stronger
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| Mescaline, dust, downers, injections sensation
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| I love to experience a patients medication
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| I smoked the drugs off the back of my hands
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| All I need is a hit of it and Ill create a new dance
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| Protect yourself, baby cover yourself up
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| My body swings all over once my seizure erupts
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| Into a frenzy, on the phone I got thirty sack
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| But when we meet face-to-face, I got ten dollars less
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| Made up my mind, Im quittin Im swearing in tears
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| Im not gonna get high, Ill only drink bizz
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| Cant sit and wait for my dealer to come provide it
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| Gotta party to go to and Im the only one invited
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| I search the entire house for the damn white mouse
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| And when I finally find it, Ill sniff the whole ounce
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| I need drugs
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| I need drugs
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| Dealer, listen to me
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| When I come home from work
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| Fiendin for an eight-ball
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| Nose candy on my mind
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| Ive come to realize, you need me
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| And if you want me to keep coppin
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| Give me a free piece
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| Its my birthday
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| Yesterday
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| Anyway
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| Im gonna go sniff this
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| Ill beep you in an hour
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| I hate you |