| Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'
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| Man I remember when it used to be
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| Cool to leave ya screen door open
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| And let the mosquitos and the flies sneak in
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| Look mama and them playing whist
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| So I’mma go play tackle football with my friends
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| I guess them times is gone
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| Cause like a wishbone
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| I wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-all
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| Just about out on
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| Catch them out on every track, block, street, boulevards
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| Sweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antens
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| Whatever happened to the days of Little League
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| Pop Warner and Boy Scouts, the
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| Omegas Boys Club
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| Fool too cool to go to school not thinkin'
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| Too busy smokin' weed, sellin'
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| Dope and drinkin'
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| I guess we’re livin' in the last days
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| Cause in the last days the Bible speaks of AIDS
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| Plagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakes
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| Youngsters tryin' to earn stripes, is it worth theys?
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| I’ll be a sucker if I don’t pull ya ho card
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| I used to be soft but now I’m hard, look hear
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| I’ll be a sucka if I don’t pull
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| Your card
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| Nigga, I practice lookin' hard
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Mirror, mirror make the call
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| Who’s the hardest of them all
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Right before I go to bed
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| I make sure that my mirror’s there
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| Take yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' me
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| Fools say nigga, I can’t help
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| That shit’s in me
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| It’s automatic cause what’s mine they done took
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| It’s my mad at the world
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| Look
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| I said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself too
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| Mean muggin' folks that
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| Did no harm to me or my crew
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| But now it shouldn’t have to be this way
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| Fools say, I don’t care what nobody
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| Say
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| The other man got me this way
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| I’m fresh out the pen and I’ve been systemized
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| For years
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| Been fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a grip
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| But I don’t know nothin' about no computer chip
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| It takes that to make a J-O-B
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| In the 93
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| But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarely
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| Jobs like the oil refinery
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| I’d rather work in Napa at the winery
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| And then ya wonder why I’m stubborn
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| Forever lookin' hard, I been scarred
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Right before I go to bed
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| I make sure that my mirror’s there
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Mirror, mirror make the call
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| Who’s the hardest of them all
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| Can’t tell me shit, I come from a broken up home
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| Every since I was a youth I thought that I was grown
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| Meet me after school nigga and we can get it on
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| Ya talked about my mammy now I’m goin' upside ya dome
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| I got a complex problem, my guard stay up
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| I’m always on the offensive side
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| Don’t test my nuts
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| I’m not a Johnson nor a Larry but I’m scary
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| Scared that I might lose it and
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| Chop you with my piece berry
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| I deep into my shit and it’s straight like that
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| I be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone bat
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| Nobody likes me on my father’s side of the family
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| They can’t stand me cause they think that I’m sellin' that candy
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| I kid you not, all bullshit to the side
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| I got 20,000 muthafuckas in my organization
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| Now which one of y’all niggas down to ride
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| I gets juiced off the underground ghetto shit
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| You know that Click shit, that independent shit
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| It makes me feel like I want to
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| Got me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked Ides 22
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| I feel great, I’m mean muggin', but I feel great
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Right before I go to bed
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| I make sure that my mirror’s there
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| I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hard
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| Mirror, mirror make the call
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| Who’s the hardest of them all |