| Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind
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| Pieces of a black man
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| My thoughts travel (yeah) trapped on savage land it’s like taboo
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| (yeah)
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (Bustin')
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| Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind
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| AZ:
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| Yo when times get trifle
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| I’m subjected to street survival
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| See many never complete they cycle, other retreat to bibles
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| Livin’holy, but currency seem to control me Movin’coldly, in the presence of old parolies
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| My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie
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| Police know me, but ain’t got enough to hold me (yeah)
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| I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels
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| A form of teachin', from the streets never taught in school (uh huh)
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| You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools
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| Solitude certifies all moves
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| So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave. (Yeah)
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| Absorbin’fast, learnin’from niggas I lost in the past (Yo)
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| It’s poison plays in these foul days
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| Housin’cops &they foul ways, and walkin’through a wild maze
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| Holdin’my brain, tryin’to maintain
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| Sleet, snow, or rain, I guees the game’ll never change
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| CHORUS:
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| Pieces of a black man
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| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo (taboo)
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (Yeah)
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| Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind
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| AZ:
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| Since the genesis, paraphanalia circle my premisis
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| Poor images, project life drained my innocence (Uh huh)
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| It’s all the worst genocide, I guess the water’s cursed
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| My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church (uh huh)
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| She prayed for peace, hopin’I’m saved before she lay deciest
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| To say the least, the warden’s to wise to play the streets
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| I know the ropes, certain niggas to slow to cope (yeah)
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| &though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat
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| Amongst the frozen hearted, some bentin', some departed
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| Inhalin’chocolate, tracin’back to where it started
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| The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce &tres
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| The Mack sprays, puffin’lye, truth &days
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| &though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I’m down still
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| All aroudn real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville
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| I know the ledge, meditatin', holdin’my head
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| Eyes red, it’s Doe Or Die till I’m dead
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| CHORUS:
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| Pieces of a black man (black, uh huh)
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| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (What)
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| Some servin’state bids cuz they hustle blind
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| Pieces of a black man (yeah, travelin’C’mon)
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| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land it’s like taboo
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| Stuck in time (buck, buck) so many young boys bustin’nines
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| Some servin’state bids, cuz they hustle blind
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| AZ:
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| I played all positions, plus learned from each mission
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| Politic, wit all teyp niggas wit different diction
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| I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up Buggin'off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up But time flyin', playin'these corners'll let it slide by Puffin'lye, |
| homicide, coke supplies dry
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| So play the game, other slow up change the lane
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| Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain
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| It’s a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures
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| They tricked us, got us trapped in takin’pictures
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| Interogatin', locatin', destination'
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| Estimatin', or play a part of them investigatin'
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| It’s on goin', from them killers, to them broads hoin'
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| Unknowin’first time fellons on trial blowin'
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| So burn your clips
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| And sit back, learn your shit
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| The last of these real reps left turned legit
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| CHORUS:
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| Pieces of a black man
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| My thoughts travel (yeah), trapped on savage land
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| it’s like taboo (taboo)
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines (bustin')
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| Some servin’state bids (what, what) cuz they hustle blind
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| Pieces of a black man (black man)
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| My thoughts travel, trapped on savage land (thoughts travel)
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| it’s like taboo
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines
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| (buck, buck, buck, buck)
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| Pieces of a black man
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| My thoughts travel (travel) trapped on savage land, it’s like taboo
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| (taboo baby)
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| Stuck in time, so many young boys bustin’nines
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| Some servin’state bids cuz they hustle blind
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| Pieces of a black man |