| We chapters of the same book, just a different page
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| Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
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| Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid
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| Before you get caged, but you can’t avoid the grave
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| We chapters of the same book, just a different page
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| Niggas in the struggle all out ta get paid
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| Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid
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| Before you get caged, but you can’t avoid the grave
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| When you live by the sword, you die by the sword
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| I’ll probablly die in the vocal booth spittin’out raw
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| Die on stage, rippin’down tours
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| Die from age, trickin’out-a-town whores
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| Die cuz I didn’t have one in the pipe
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| Might go out like Raymond, went out on his bike
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| And die on a death mission, two tec’s spittin'
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| No vest section from my chest missin'
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| Die cuz the jewels in my necklace glisten
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| In a V twizzy in a wreckless collision
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| Or die in the streets over somethin’petty
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| Cuz a broke ass nigga tryed ta say I asked Betty
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| Die from a shot from a said war golck
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| >From a kid on the block while sittin’in the drop
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| Or die cuz I was on, ain’t see 'em comin'
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| Too late, eight shots got my body nummin'
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| Die for fuckin’his bitch in his bed
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| Die cuz a nigga thought I snitched ta the feds
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| Die wit a knife six inches in my head
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| I could die on death row, sentenced to the chair
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| Or die cuz a nigga pulled his Rosco out quicker
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| I was high off vodka, hydro, or malt liquor
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| Die cuz I knew I shoulda laid that man
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| Die cuz the cops tricked me ta say that man
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| Die cuz I hesitated ta spray that man
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| Die cuz I hesitated ta pay that man
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| Die cuz my man passed me a empty tool
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| Die cuz I panicked, I couldn’t keep my cool
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| Die cuz I mixed all them pills wit Hennessy
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| Or die cuz them niggas was jel, they envyed me Die tryin’ta seal the fate of my enemy
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| I could go out from a case of mistaken identity
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| Or die cuz the door wasn’t open, it was locked
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| Die cuz the 4 was broken, it wouldn’t pop
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| Die cuz a nigga wasn’t focused on the block
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| Die cuz them niggas thought tha coke was in the spot
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| Die cuz another nigga said I said somethin'
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| Die cuz that newsy bitch said I did somethin'
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| Die cuz a nigga was tryin’ta get a name
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| Or die cuz it was just my time ta feel the flames
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| Might get sparked, might not feel no pain
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| Might go out like dark-skinned Jamain
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| Take a couple shots ta the heart, ta the brain
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| Got all the dough, don’t know the cost of the game
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| Young buck didn’t wanna come off the chain
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| Couldn’t handle the rock, got horsed in the game
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| I could catch a bad break like Big or Pac
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| I’d rather go out in the masjid makin’salat
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| We chapters of the same book, just a different page
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| Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
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| Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid
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| Avoid the cage, but you can’t avoid the grave
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| We chapters of the same book, just a different page
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| Niggas of the struggle all out ta get paid
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| Doin’what we gotta do to avoid the raid
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| Avoid the cage, but you can’t avoid the grave |