| To the Lord’s visionares, mm-mm-mm
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| Dyin in the struggle (yeah)
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| Rest In Peace, that’s my A.K.A. |
| nigga
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| Y’all don’t feel me
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| See I was born in the womb, beatin down my mom’s walls
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| Now in the 90's you can find 'em makin a chronic call
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| Definitely I need a blunt, come fill it up with some bud
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| East double 99 for life, ain’t none of y’all fuckin with us
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| There I was with the Thugs, bustin and pullin out broke-ass guns
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| Tryna bluff my way, hey, I pistol-whip on shit
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| I’m still number one — runnin the click
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| And fuckin wit a, pump it on up in let the Regime get dumb
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| Buckin wit a 55 chance, Bizzy off in your city
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| Ready to dance with these itchy-ass, hands
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| And Bizzy on the off-ramp just cause I’m thuggin
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| Shit this music got me soft, tramps seein my cousins buggin
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| But I don’t give a fuck, I’m puffin onions, the ounces and Bizzy smile
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| I made it and you hate it, that’s the way the ball bounce
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| I keep my gun and make the money and that’s for my baby son
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| What a creation in my life, I think he’s a thug
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| And there I was, fuckin with the Thuggsta Lay'
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| With Flesh workin feedin the family in the C-L-E-V-E-L-A
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| Better believe indeed, I got somethin up under my sleeve
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| Connected to the thieves, when it gets thoughtless grow some weed
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| It’s deja vu whenever I’m with you
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| I could smoke on forever, ain’t it true that I do?
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| I can feel it inside, I can’t explain how I feel
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| Remember when my neighbor Linda let a nigga eat a meal
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| Learn to fight off my back, on my own did he struggle
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| In the 'Land on my hustle tryin to piece on out the puzzle
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| Nobody knows when we’ll die, it still maintain through the rough
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| I be the first to give my life, my life — BB da thug |