| Wouldn’t you want to be me
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| In the prime of my thug I popped three
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| People in the less of a two month span
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| Not playin', couple is on record, the others I’m not saying
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| I was wild since the box of sand
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| I was the fucking slap-box man
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| You was rocking the Real Roxanne
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| You can go ahead with your battling man
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| I get mad at cha man
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| Hit you in your head with a battering ram
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| Rap like only an african can
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| They can lock us up trying to kill us all or put crack in our hand
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| But you gotta understand, that their is a plan to kill off the black man
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| And how the black woman the number one catcher of aids
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| And we all know that bullshit spreaded from gays
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| Its so craze, my mental being in an intricate maze
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| Can’t eat can’t sleep without hitting some haze
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| Seen bright nights and dark days
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| And maybe wanna run and spark the gate
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| And pray to God I ain’t marked for a grave
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| Cause I ain’t even saved
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| Yo, Keep it all real; |
| I don’t care if you don’t like me
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| I’m in this game for more than a chain or whipping a crisp pair of nikes
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| See there’s more to it
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| It’s kinda of hard to get it but easier to lose it
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| Thats why I try to keep it
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| Some cats died to reach it
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| Don’t even know what they’re reaching for
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| If they don’t listen then why we teaching for
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| And my moms still teaching more
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| I gotta question why she get paid the least for her profession
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| And my pops still stressing
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| Got a new heart
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| Turned around got cancer in the skin
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| I swear he can’t win
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| But he don’t quit my old man he just keep grinding to the end
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| And the ends coming know time quick
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| Cause me and him, still kick it on some old time shit
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| Belly up have a beer or two
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| Cause everything he said then I see now your boys gotta clear view
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| And the lessons gotta learn myself
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| My lifestyle gonna have a worse turn for my health
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| And I hope I don’t see an early grave
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| Damn, cause I ain’t even saved |