| Everytime I look around it seem like Im in trouble, pressured by the devil.
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| Lord I love You and I really trust You. | 
| Wish that I could hug You.
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| Disappear from the grain and the rubble and I’m tryin to keep from going under.
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| We ride, Eastside, blowin in the wind.
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| Each time I try, they lie, no lie! | 
| Judgin from the outside lookin in.
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| Never had a clue of what Id really do. | 
| The ghetto pushin through,
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| but I’ma do it right.
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| Never buckle, never stop to struggle!
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| Layzie gotta muscle through the pressure, bust pipes, my life, highlights,
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| bright lights, all right! | 
| Story of a warrior. | 
| My flight, final destination,
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| thug motivation, time never wastin, pacin my stride.
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| Tryin to get it good! | 
| Feel the hustle and flow.
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| You know we are them mighty soldiers.
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| Had it been for all the shit we been through and doin whatever but God surely
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| knows.
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| So here we are steady on the go. | 
| Its too late cause we been through crazy.
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| Everyday seem to bring a twist that take us on a loop but we dont let it phase.
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| Raisin these babies through it. | 
| We never run away from responsibility,
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| but where you goin?
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| Youre gonna have to face the music anyway. | 
| Livin through a true reality but you
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| be blowin!
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| If they test you make em feel the pressure, let off some aggression and yo the
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| Flesh will really give em something to stress, more likely even less.
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| My life! | 
| (My life) Lil' nigga bailin through the hood, livin crooked like I
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| could.
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| Get cha for your goods! | 
| Make it understood! | 
| Put it on the wood!
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| Nigga what! | 
| (what!) I used to have to grind in the dough.
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| Did a little time in the poke.
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| A couple wicked rhymes that I wrote really helped a nigga shine with my folks.
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| Cause, nigga, I was broke. | 
| Eazy heard us go. | 
| And Eazy said,
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| Whoa, yall niggas dope! | 
| Five niggas loc, five killer flows, yall finna blow!
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| So temptation made us sign the papers overnight sensation!
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| Clearly chasing satan. | 
| Niggas really famous.
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| Got a lot of haters, calling us the greatest, number one and can’t nobody fade
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| us!
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| Got that top spot (done did it, done did it) and then came back fallin down.
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| (down)
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| I dont know what happened? | 
| What happened? | 
| Why did Eazy die?
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| Whats wrong with Bizzy? | 
| He alright! | 
| Is Flesh really comin home? | 
| Is Bizzy comin'
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| home?
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| Just wish he’d come and take Henny the dome! | 
| Im so high, stay faded. | 
| (faded)
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| Might feel a little better but the pain stays there. | 
| Its ok, the real gotta
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| spike.
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| Everywhere we go, the hood (…). | 
| They can relate to the fight,
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| the real from the fake.
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| Sound good hes alive.
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| As I wake up early in the morning. | 
| Light my cigarette and wake up all my
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| bitches.
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| Take a shower, quickly tell The Lord I love Him! | 
| Didnt invite the devil cause I
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| gave him (…) evil.
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| I never ever thought Id keep my candleslit up, get em', hit em', get em', (?
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| ) Bizzy!
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| Nobody know my struggle nor my hustle. | 
| I’ma certified rider! | 
| Gave up all my
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| children.
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| Women in my shit &dipping, Now you know the Lord is always with me thats my
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| only weapon.
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| Talk to every sinner Bless em'. | 
| Then I raise my seven (…) and I don’t
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| give a fuck either! | 
| Television celebratin Livin (?), every now and then I’m
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| chillin'.
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| Nigga this is my life and Ima live it and give it right back to God. | 
| Now listen! |