| Blessed with the time, I wanna share this piece of my life with y’all
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| I mean all y’all
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| I dedicate this to the whole wide world
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| And everybody who’s in love with life, feel me, you know what I mean
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| (Life is full of hard times and then you die)
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| I gotta thank God for real life 'cause man invented violent death
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| My generation’s in love with sin, I wanna live
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| I wanna see some more kids, Martini, stress, a little head
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| 'Cause my son ain’t here and only God cures fears
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| Ain’t no woman 'bout a dollar, 'cause what we need, we got it
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| Even God gave it to us, so one of his people bought it
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| See change, that’s ??? |
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| favor this time
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| He sent the angel to sprinkle some flavor on this rhyme
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| Sent the poor folks, rice, chicken wings and hope
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| And for Christmas all the kids got brand new coats
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| I got a letter from my uncle in jail, he said he love us
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| Ain’t no life in this hell, and only friend is God above us
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| I told him 'hold on', Pac said 'life goes on'
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| And what’s the price of freedom, if they was wrong we could teach 'em
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| Damn, you don’t know the strength of together
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| We in the house of smiles if outside this bad weather 'til the sun comes
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| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
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| Gotta give thanks for life
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| In the ghetto it’s on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
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| In the ghetto we hang all day, play all night
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| We gotta give thanks for life
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| In the ghetto it’s on all day (it's on), just keep it tight
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| I gotta thank God when I wake up and pray before I go to sleep
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| And hustle all day, 'cause life ain’t cheap
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| The cost of living is an arm and a leg, so crawl around
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