| What up? |
| What it is, homie?
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| This one here is for tha OG’s & lil' homies
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| Huggin' tha block, duckin da cops wit' bundles of rocks
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| Tucked in tha dash of tha Jag wit' one in his sock
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| How you feel about ya situation?
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| You love it or you hate it or you indifferent long as it is payin'(for real)
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| And is it really for yo kids like you claimin' or
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| Dat 22 inches on dat Benz dat you swangin'?
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| And if it really is, I’m just prayin' that it change
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| Fo' you put dat fiend’s kids in dat same situation
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| Where they kids is sufferin', they tummies in a rage
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| Cuz' they moms gave you they food money for some 'caine
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| If she was yo reli' would you tell her go home?
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| Would you tell her do better? |
| Would you sell her those stones?
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| Does anybody around ya tell ya dat it’s wrong?
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| Have you ever heard a rap star tell ya dat in songs?
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| No
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| I know it sounds like I’m preachin' to ya
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| But but think fo' a minute, homie
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| They say ya' too far gone but I’m reachin for ya
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| Sayin' just think fo' a minute, homie
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| I know dat life moves fast so we never take the chance
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| To think fo' a minute, homie
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| Think fo' a minute, homie
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| Yeah, Think fo' a minute, homie
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| What up pimp?
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| Look, Let me get a minute wit' you
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| To see why when I called you dat you ain’t feel as if I dissed you
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| And if I was White, would it cause a bigger issue?
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| We love to claim it but you hate it when it’s pinned against you
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| Like, «Oh I’m Black so you figga I’m a thug?»
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| Then be on tha block like, «Yeah nigga I’m a thug»
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| It’s like we afraid ta dream, it’s a shame ta see
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| Went from slave to free now look at the things we claim ta be
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| What’s keepin' us from cleanin' da streets?
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| Why in our neighborhood, it’s cool for people ta be
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| Thievin' & robbin' & makin' fiends that are feeble and weak
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| Killin' each other wit’out thinkin' if people’ll even speak to police?
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| And I don’t wanna hear tha government gave us that
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| They might’ve gave us straps
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| But they ain’t make 'em clap
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| And they ain’t in tha hood mowin' down black folks
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| And they ain’t coming to tha hood sellin' blacks dope
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| No
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| I see ya t-shirt say stop snitchin'
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| But the hood just tha hood cuz' we not snitchin'
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| Not snitchin' is what got em on tha block trippin'
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| Drug dealers ain’t hidin', they standin' on da block pitchin'
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| Come to tha hood everybody & commit a crime!
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| Even if they see you & tha cops come, they finna' lie
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| You can’t steal from Beverly Hills, you’ll go ta jail
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| But you can hit the hood in broad day & won’t no one tell
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| Used ta wanna make the streets safer fa tha kids but no
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| We would rather make the streets safer fa tha criminal
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| You safer in tha hood robbin' 5 dudes fa 20 dollas
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| Than in Hollywood robbin' 1 fo' a hunnid dollas
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| Yeah it sound stupid, it’s supposed to
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| It shoulda sounded dat way when they told you
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| The cold part is I was raised on tha hype
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| So it’s hard for me ta tell even if I know it’s right
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| It’s crazy |