| Ima smoke until I’m fried
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| Help me cope with the demons that I can’t hide
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| Intuition is a gift (nigga)
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| If you think that a nigga did it
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| Hit em in the chest and keep it movin'
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| Or go sit your silly ass down
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| Dont give me no excuses that you turned your little life around (naw)
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| You were born into violence
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| You weave pain, ain’t nuttin but a g thang
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| Anyway, you better get him 'fore he get you (get you)
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| Fuck around, fall asleep then he wet you
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| Fuck around he call the feds then they get you
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| And your bitch is gonna flip and forget you
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| Drop to my knees, Lord I’m reachin out
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| I’m ordain to the streets (Tell me whats it all about uh)
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| Kill them niggas with the clout
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| Eliminate these haters
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| Ima deal with you later
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| Man this shit got me fucked up (fucked up)
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| Right up
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| I gotta keep token (pass that shit)
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| Conversatin with the devil
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| Im on another level
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| The evil thing that men do
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| Off with your head if you fuckin with Benzino (fuckin with Benzino)
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| God I’m droppin to my knees (to my knees)
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| My Rosaries in my hand
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| And I’m screamin Lord please (Lord please)
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| Gotta take the pain away (Gotta take the pain away)
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| Will I live to see another day (another day)
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| I was, boring in heaven, raised in hell
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| Fightin demons off my back
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| Attack and kill
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| Chill
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| When murder is an option
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| Gotta take precaution
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| I’m already known, the Lord has a plan
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| But it’s so damn hard bein honest man
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| And I’m stuck in my ways
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| So Ima blaze for life
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| Give these streets some praise
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| I know they raised me right (haha)
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| Jesus Christ, if my life turns upside-down
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| I’ll sit beside you in your kingdom with your angels round
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| Hear the sound of your choir
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| All in my brain
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| The streets is on fire
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| They callin my name
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| Even though they caused me so much pain (so much pain)
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| They lace a thugged up on so much game (so much game)
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| The agony in extacy
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| People mad at me
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| If Judas' is next to me
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| End up in tragedy
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| Fuck it
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| Im destined to die young
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| Im losin my religion
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| Speakin in tounge
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| Im on a one way trip to death
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| Inhaling this pain like it’s my last breath (so whats next)
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| Ima kill you 'fore you kill me
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| Fuckin with Hobby ya dead body
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| Your bitch gonna feel me
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| God I’m droppin to my knees (to my knees)
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| My Rosaries in my hand
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| And I’m screamin Lord please (Lord please)
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| Gotta take the pain away
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| Will I live to see another day (another day)
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| Hussein the don
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| It’s nothin I get there early
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| Cuz I stay in the mix
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| Could you imagine all the demons
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| When you stay in the Bricks
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| And every night I hear em talkin to me
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| It’s like I hear em when they call me in my sleep
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| But I ain’t tryin ta feel em walkin to me
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| Six million ways to die
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| I choose the one, thats easiest to me
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| So I choose the gun
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| And if you choose the wrong one choice
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| You better choose to run
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| I had a soul of Makaveli
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| When you lose a lung
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| Take it from me
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| I make niggas learn respect
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| Disrespect hurt but pain is when I burn a tech
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| And it ain’t nutttin like gettin ya head slittin ya wig
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| And the fed find you buried with your bitch and her kids
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| It was rough comin up nigga, I ain’t eatin
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| You think Im tryin to turn the tables now, I ain’t beat
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| Im finna do this, ride it out to the end
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| Rest In Peace to my niggas
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| Makaveli the don, Killa Kadafi
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| God I’m droppin to my knees (to my knees)
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| My Rosaries in my hand
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| And I’m screamin Lord please (Lord Please) Rest In Peace
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| Gotta take the pain away
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| Will I live to see another day (another day)
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| No doubt, this one goin out to my brother Porky D
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| Hold ya head
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| Rest in peace 2Pac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Big Punisher, Big L, Freaky Tah |