| I been stuck in the struggle
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| And I been wonderin' if I’m ever gon' bubble
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| I’m gettin' caught up in a tussle
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| Instead of usin' my muscle
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| And everytime I extend my heart to my mother
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| Caught up in the game, now I’m back up in the hustle
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| Sometimes I sit and I wonder
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| If a nigga pull my number if it wasn’t for the Bone Thug fam'
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| In this world where nobody don’t give a damn
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| But I’m still a man, got us all programmed
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| I’ma pump my fist, I’m stayin' ready for this
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| And you can put this on Wish, I never seen the abyss
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| And when I needed a ride, you wouldn’t give me a lift
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| And now I’m poppin' my Cris, you niggas all on my dick
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| I wanna change the world, you wanna change your life
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| I wouldn’t a put up a fight if I knew it was trite
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| They say everything happen for a reason
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| Can you tell me why there’s niggas bleedin'?
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| Needin' general assistance out here, needin' public housing
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| Out here tryna make ends meet
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| Tryna get on their feet, but see, your brain is so cloudy
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| And I know what you don’t know
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| You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
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| See, the real niggas ready out here taken control
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| See, I’m screamin' out Mo', with my pockets on swoll
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| Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
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| Quit bringin' this stress to my spouse
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| 'Cause I’m ready for the kill on look out, look out
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| If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
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| I’ma show you like this, I’ma pull out my chrome
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| I don’t wanna have to send a nigga home
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| Lord, please take me home, come and take me home!
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| Home, home, home, home, home
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| Home, home, home, home, home
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| Please take me home
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| When I’m lookin' at my money now
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| Thinkin' back to when I was livin' foul
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| I was runnin' wild, sur-vi-ving, 'cause I’m 9-to-5'ing
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| Even puttin' overtime if I had to grind
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| I was stayin' up, slangin' dubs, hangin' up on the block
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| Duckin' and dodgin' the cops clocked on the night-shift
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| Didn’t think I’d ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto
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| But we finally made it
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| Stay dedicated to the music we made, yeah
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| Now it’s on Bone Thug, leave alone
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| Came back the next year, #1 platinum song
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| It blew up from the door—and what do you know?
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| (Oh no) Eazy, rest his soul
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| Left us in the mess, I don’t regret it
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| But we better get up and get it, go
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| Everything’s gon' wrong, since you left Bone
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| It never been right, I knew it woulda been on
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| We woulda been tight, we woulda been in the zone
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| Ridin' so high, up in the game: five thugs live
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| See, we used to love makin' music
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| We was always in the studio, groovin'
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| We kept it movin', we was ready to do it
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| Right? |
| But you know I’m goin' through it
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| And ain’t feelin this rap thing right now
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| They got me trippin' ready to flip
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| They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips
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| They got me trippin' loadin' the clips
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| They trippin', Lord, I feel like I’m losin' it
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| Right now, right now, now, now
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| So, take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| I’ll never give in, I’ll never give up
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| I’ll let 'em live in, they sinnin', they pretend to be tough
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| Pretend to be tough, pretend to be blessed
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| They want money and women, it’s never enough
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| They in a rush, hope nobody knows just too much
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| You better be good, you know up in the hood
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| And so, we give 'em the dough, fired out, laughin' up
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| When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
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| And to the grave, I been one of the brave
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| Not one of the slaves, one of the paid
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| And I’ll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake
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| On the television, runnin' around
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| Tellin' niggas be ready for hate
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| Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my face
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| I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
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| Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake
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| The smell of right it’s all about guardin', guard the weak
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| Lost mommy, poppy left home
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| I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
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| Sit list in the back tellin' his selection, his date is probly
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| Probly my mommy’s song
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| Cryin' for the life of you gone
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| Just me and my destiny, let’s roll, let’s roll
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember |
| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| When I lost my Uncle Charle a part of me went wrong
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| And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
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| We just wanted him to see what we do
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| You motivated us at the shows we see too
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| And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
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| You mighta been through somethin', hopin' nothin' like Bone
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| Like one said we’ll never make it
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| Like two, thirty mil in they faces
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| And I really thought it was over, put us on and you left
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| Crossed over, back to the hood, we soldiers
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| The music nigga make it back, scandalous
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| But faith kicked in and the work shows that we winnin' now
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| Gotta keep it comin' food in my baby mouth
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| And things have changed like relationships
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| Ain’t did nothin', now you wanna flip
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| Suin' people thangs you would’ve never made on your own
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| Now I wanna stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
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| Bye, think I’m home
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| Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it’ll all be gone
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| You can really help a busta if it ain’t meant to be
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| With a little oohwee, with a little oohwee
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| I’m tired of tryin' to help these thugs
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| Lord, just guide em' home, guide 'em home!
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| So, take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| Take, take me home
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| Ohhh Looord
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember
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| Take, take me home
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| 'Cause I don’t remember |