| Get down right dirty on em hella quick
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| Put air in your tire, step in the shit
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| Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| I learned real early that life is hard
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| Sit down at the table, get dealt yo cards
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| Might get a good hand, could get a bad hand
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| The hood lands and bad lands done turned you to a mad man
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| Barely can sleep at night
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| Tryin to make the ends meet just to keep it tight
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| You want what he got but he ain’t got much
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| It’s a beautiful thang that you cannot touch
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| And you want what she got but she ain’t got much
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| And to do or die, you never heard of such
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| Well, it’s the luck of the draw, some come up short
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| I know you wanna keep your boat and you’re bumpin afloat
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| I wanna double my notes, I don’t wanna vote
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| I want everyone to read what I wrote
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| But most likely life ain’t a bowl of cherries, though
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| Same old scenario
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| Sometimes it’s just sour milk
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| In the hour of guilt your flowers wilt
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| And it’s all in the power of what you built
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| You wanna lie in your casket with gold and silk
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| As for I, wrap me in Kinte cloth
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| Give me my respect due and then step off
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| Cause people nowadays’ll straight twist you up
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| Have you broken up but can’t nobody fix you up
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| I was sayin to myself I was gonna do somethin about that tomorrow
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| Yo yo, check it
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| But you was lyin to yourself and that can make you sick
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| So get down right dirty on em hella quick
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| Put air in your tires, step into shit
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| Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| Get down right dirty on em hella quick
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| (The world is full of bullshitters
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| Liars and triers and quitters
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| Coulda-been's, wanna-be's…)
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| I learned real early that life was hard
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| Never ever shit in your own backyard
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| Never fake the funk or front to play the part
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| Be smart, live life love, respect the art
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| Cause people take kindness for weak and prey
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| And they take for granted when you say what you say
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| They take advantage of the fact you give your heart away
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| You should be able to see through these games people play
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| Cause people just use you, it just won’t stop
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| You won’t say nothin and it makes you hot
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| They say they’re your friends but they really are not
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| Because they only out to try and get what you got
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| The Jones' - what a classic case
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| It can turn a nigga into a bastard case
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| I know they all runnin to see who is the fastest in the race
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| You might as well get on your knees and ask for grace
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| Cause many will lose but some will come in last place
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| And many get bruised but some get blasted in the face
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| Somebody once told me that people were strange
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| I never knew what it meant till I seen some people change
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| I know you really want it but it’s out of your range
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| And if you plan to get it then you gotta take some pain
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| You gotta master the fear
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| You just say: «Fear, come here,» and drop a bug in his ear
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| And tell him to disappear, rid him, buy him a beer
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| No hard feelings but some people turnin the tricks
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| Some say it’s just a natural pick
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| It’s like Darwin’s theory, but y’all don’t hear me
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| Strong is how they skim me
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| Never with the gimme-gimme
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| Bottle water or a shot of Rémy?
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| My name is Ace One, baby, not Timmy
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| And you can get the jimmy
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| You get down right dirty on em hella quick
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| Put air in your tires, step into shit
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| Bust raps, caps, throw rocks or pick up a stick
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| How you gonna handle it when it get thick?
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| Get down right dirty on em hella quick
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| (I was taught to be badman, shoot yo shot) |