| Little boy, raised in the ghetto, had a mind and a passion for game
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| Gifted gab, man, could he talk it, he could sell umbrellas to rain
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| Combined with the 'bility to throw them hands, man, what a wonderful thing
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| They talked about him on the west side, they heard about on the south side
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| Comin' up, no father figure made it up, pressed his way on his own
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| Bad child, mama can’t contain him always on the wrong side of the law
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| Clinked up, linked up with a code of conduct, never known before
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| Somebody’s showin' him the way now, this is where he’s oonna stay now
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| Ridin' on my horse, it’s the life for me
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| Blowin' with the wind, it’s the only time I’m free
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| Me and my brothers, the ones I call family
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| We ride on, we ride on
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| Ride on, soldier, earn yo' keep
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| Off the porch of these one percenters, hustlin is how we eat
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| You got to peep these streets for all it’s rewards and riches
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| But remember the code, young hustler, snitches get stitches
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| Rock bottom, tied up by the crime, baby girl barely knows his name
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| Man up, can’t blame the system, when you know that it’s part of the game
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| You got to use all your gifts you’ve been given at the end of the day
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| This is the wisdom of the old man, these are the lessons that they told him
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| Comin' home made the decision, to never come back again
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| Hard times, every day struggle, but he stay determined to win
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| The only way he stayed up was the times he could stay in the wind
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| Gotta leave it all behind, so he’s clearin' out his mind now
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| Ridin' on my horse, it’s the life for me
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| Blowin' with the wind, it’s the only time I’m free
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| Me and my brothers, the ones I call family
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| We ride on, we ride on
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| (Ay!) We on the road like
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| (Ay!) Switchin' lanes like
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| (Ay!) In the wind like
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| (Ay!) Pullin' up like
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| (Ay!) Turn up like
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| (Ay!) Red cup like
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| (Ay!) Zoom with it like
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| (Ay!)
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| Now the story’s been told, this game is so damn cold
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| Lace yo' boots stack ten toes
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| Keep yo' face card good, stay on yo' grind
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| Ride 'til the wheels fall off
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| Ridin' on my horse, it’s the life for me
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| Blowin' with the wind, it’s the only time I’m free
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| Me and my brothers, the ones I call family
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| We ride on, we ride on |