| I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
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| And a chump or a sucker or something to that effect
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| Respect I used to never get when all I got was upset
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| When niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' |
| and tried
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| To seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
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| Recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall
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| I’m kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at
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| Three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
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| I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve
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| This But when it didn’t work I wasn’t scared just real
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| Nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
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| Cause my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
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| But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
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| Around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I’m not trying to show
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| No macho is shown but when it’s on, if it’s on, then it’s on!
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| There comes a time in every mans life when he’s gotta
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| Handle up on his own Can’t depend on friends to
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| Help you in a squeeze, please they got problems of their
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| Own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don’t
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| Get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
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| Zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
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| It cool just so some real shit won’t get full blown Being
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| Where I’m from they let the smoke come quicker than an
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| Evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
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| As a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
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| Lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
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| Free. |
| Said I’m gonna get some before they knockin' out me
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| I don’t sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
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| In other words just freeze
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| It’s 1995 now that I’m older stress weighs on my shoulders
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| Heavy as boulders but I told ya
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| Till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that’s all I told
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| Ya and that’s all I showed ya
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| And all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
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| Can it be I’m a celebrity
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| Whose on the brink of insanity
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| Now don’t be wishin’s of switchin' any positions with me
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| Cause when you in my position, it ain’t never easy
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| To do any type of maintaining cause all this gaming and famin' from
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| Entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and
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| But I can’t keep running I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'
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| Can’t keep runnin' away |