| Yeah, yeah
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| Realism of life in actuality
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| Uh huh
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| Yeah
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| I wanna tell you
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| Uh huh
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| Fuck who’s the baddest, only the real could relate
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| Bigboys
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| Nothing changed, they know
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| The Players of the game
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| Realism of life in actually
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| The Pioneers
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| I wanna tell you
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| This is the essence right here
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| Fuck who’s the baddest, only the real could relate
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| AZiatic
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| Nothing changed, they know
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| I rep pure realness younahmean?
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| I wanna tell you
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| For the deceased, and those still carrying the torch
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| Hold your head though, ya heard?
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| Once again
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| I wanna tell you
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| Realism of life in actuality
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| I wanna tell you
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| Fuck who’s the baddest, only the real could relate
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| Nothing changed, they know
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| Realism of life in actually
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| I know, it get kinda hard sometimes
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| We all looking for some kind of, outlet
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| To plug into, but ahh
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| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
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| Every hood
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| I’m the proof of what could be, if you try
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| If you wanna try
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| It’s on you
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| All the haters wanna see
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| Uh uhn
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| A niggas life in misery
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| Uh uhn
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| But I’mma keep on doing me, 'til I die
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| Handcuffed by the wrist and tied in the feet, so stressed
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| Wish that I could die in my sleep
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| And Lord knows, thru his grace I done tried it wit peace
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| But it’s like niggas ain’t happy 'til they find me deceased
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| Feel the grief, of a street, nigga that turned to rap
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| And just applied Everything that he learned from crack
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| I’m in now, it’s life ain’t no turning back, it been foul
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| So what kinda concerns is that
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| Peep the signs of the eyes 'cuz it tell it all
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| One of the few in the Streets that was selling it raw
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| Made mistakes, but it made me intelligent more
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| And how I move, you could still look and tell I was poor
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| How can the hate from another man stop my flow
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| That’s like another pimp thinking he can knock my ho
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| I’m here now, just trying to copp and blow, couple of cars and lot’s of Doe
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| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
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| I’m the proof of what could be, if you try
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| If you wanna try
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| All the haters wanna see
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| A niggas life in misery
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| But I’mma keep on doing me, 'til I die
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| One by one, seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall, you seen one nigga ball
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| You done seen 'em all
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| Even standup niggas seen 'em lean and crawl
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| What makes a man wanna fiend for more
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| Life itself is more than a trial or a quest
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| Intelligent wise, it’s like I done ran with the best
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| And very rarely, you can catch me casually — dressed
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| I’m more relaxed in a hat and some sweats
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| Doing me, been amongst some of the street’s most strongest men
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| Around for months then they gone again
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| Incarcerated, penalized for the love of they acts
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| Criminals, cold-hearted, now what’s fucing wit that?
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| Where we at? |
| hit inside of a life that’s rarely exposed
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| Spoken in codes for the killers that daily’ll dose
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| Get yours, hit a quota then get indoors, get legit
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| Then hit them stores
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| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
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| I’m the proof of what could be, if you try
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| If you wanna try
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| All the haters wanna see
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| A niggas life in misery
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| But I’mma keep on doing me, 'til I die
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| So now it’s on y’all, could see, I figured it out
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| Only a few could say that they been in my house
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| And caroused at my wall color, blend with my couch
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| I’m as low as you can go in the south
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| When it’s too deep, it’s hard for the mind to relate
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| Some say I’m too street and way too involved wit the snakes
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| What make a man bigger that life, I’m twice his age
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| Understand I’m a sinner but I’m nice some ways
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| Knee deep in what I speak 'cuz I spit the truth
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| I become angelic when I sit in the booth
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| Just a thought of all the ill sh*t that lurk in streets
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| How can another real nigga wanna work wit police
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| Bad enough you got thiefs and the beef is rough
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| I took an oath just to smoke, eat, sleep and fuck
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| Knowledge of self, I’mma do this regardless of wealth
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| Regardless of how the deck and how the cards get dealth
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| From the corners of street, in every hood and every ghetto
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| I’m the proof of what could be, if you try
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| If you wanna try
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| All the haters wanna see
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| A niggas life in misery
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| But I’mma keep on doing me, 'til I die |