| Where I’m from it’s cutthroat, grimy is the way we livin
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| Whinos and dopefiends, occupy an abandoned buildin
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| Smokin in the alleyway, across from where the children play
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| Bullets ain’t got no names on 'em but they flyin around the stray
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| Chasin after the innocent ones when the wicked ones they goin hard
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| Tell me why is it like this dawg, why the ghetto leave me permanent scars?
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| No time for education, we hustlin just to eat
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| Scramblin tryin to make it man, it is hectic on these streets
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| The fiend is what they issue out, tell me what yo' issue about
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| The landlord want his money now but the landlord 'bout to kick you out
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| Baby needs some Pampers too, plus a can of Similac
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| She blew that money smokin crack, why you think she seem like that?
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| Damn my story grim like that, and it’s always been like that
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| Did the Lord take my blessings away? |
| If he did, can I win 'em back?
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| Hope he got a plan for me and I pray he don’t forget my name
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| 14 years old I’m already knowin life is not a game
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| Pain and this agony, best friends backstabbin me
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| You don’t wanna see me come up, y’all niggas just want to laugh at me
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| But y’all don’t know the half of me, if you did you wouldn’t judge me
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| Would everybody be diggin a thug when a thug be livin lovely?
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| And I know because I made it out, but I musta made a U-trun
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| I’m right back where I started dawg, and ain’t none of y’all concerned
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| This time I got bail money if I have to move that white again
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| Lock me up throw away the key and I know y’all ain’t gon' write again
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| Standin on my own two, dyin with my boots on
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| Ready for whatever come my way if I’m forced to face the truth holmes
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| In and out of group homes, they say Little Lay’s defiant
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| But I’m searchin tryin to find my way, lookin for some guidance
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| My role model’s the dopeman, pimps killers and thieves
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| They say these streets, is the way so I guess this is the life I lead
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| Speedin up a one-way, the wrong way, from which I came
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| Switchin lanes in the fast lane, feel my pain, it’s not a game |