| Some day, I know you’ll be far away
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| I’ll be right here to stay, give me one day
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| Baby, baby, don’t, run away, come see me
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| Some day, I’ll be right, here today, just give me love, Rae
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| To my hood, I’m always there for you
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| Rain, hail, sleet, snow, and I’m there
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| For all the underprivileged, yo we here
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| My life is all in your soul, daily, since nana left us
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| She took all of your blessings, cuz she been there
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| My life change, yo, could never though be without you, yo
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| It’s strange when I want it to rain
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| On my best friend’s grooming, we all had visions of you
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| We broke nights, God, knowing you cared
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| Peace, nigga, only for a minute and I’mma break out
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| Come back and kiss you on your feet, here
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| I love my hood, I love my niggas, there, yo
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| The older we get, we understand, you might tear
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| You keep the little young ones, happy, true
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| Graduations occured, you look so pretty and new
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| Look at the sky, all blue, all old people with you
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| Facilities mailing, jail brothers miss you
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| Wow, it gets crazy when I think about the money you made me
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| Slipped me away, but Jakes tried to rade me
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| Nighshifts, smokin' on spliffs, you kept yellin'
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| «Carry your fifth, the down the block niggas is gay»
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| They keep police invadin' your space, we can’t live
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| Plus, they gassin' the mayor, them niggas wanna give you away
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| We won’t have that, suburban people mad at the fact
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| That you be gettin' more company then them, they just be scared of that
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| «Hood», look at your name, spell it backwards
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| Yo, «Dooh», that’s what they yellin' in vain
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| You the realest, the most livest, flyest, you part of life
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| I gotta give you love, cuz you gave it God and life
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| Who ever said you ain’t do right by me, they frontin', yo
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| They couldn’t understand that we was a team
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| I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother
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| Cool, try to be succesful and dream
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| The city lights is on, now, they wanna turn 'em off
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| Try’nna start some shit, actin' like you never made a penny for 'em
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| Dun, they doin' you dirty, we had Summer Youth for that, though
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| No need to cry, never get worried
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| You gon' live forever, word to mother
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| Cuz she raised you right, and you got fifty-one brothers
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| I sat with the trees and had conversations at bees
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| We talked about throwin' money up, landscapin' your knees
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| You forget that, something to talk about
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| Show me where to take the check, pay these suckas off and be out
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| The’ll never be another place, everybody happy to see
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| That’s why I keep coming back to you, peace |