| Its for my, incarcerated niggas
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| That stuck in the pin they coming home
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| Gotta stay strong cause you ain’t alone
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| Remember you always got love from home
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| They steal this pain and may not know it
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| I’m a boy and I gotta show it
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| I hear them cries from the babies
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| I wish they had a chance don’t wanna blow it
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| But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
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| You got’sa, love your mom and daddy
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| And make them wonder why you give them ploys
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| Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
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| But what about that little nigga running the streets
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| Making a living through his beats
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| What about these whack ass politicians
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| They don’t care if we live or die
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| What about that elderly barely breathing, gotta survive on SSI
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| They say America, it’s the land of the free and home of the brave
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| Its mass hysteria, so bring your knees and hope we can fight
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| And if bury us, at least we can live as we believe
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| Dog ain’t ever gonna break our pride
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| Ain’t nothing you can do to keep us weak
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| And all of my soldiers come together
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| Get on your feet and get ready to bust
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| What about this war against terrorism (fuck that)
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| And what about this war against us
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| (Wish)
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| What about them thugs that’s dead and gone
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| What about them thugs that ain’t even grown
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| What about them thugs that out here lost
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| And ain’t ever gonna find their way home
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| Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
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| Its violence and violence, it’s the only way their gonna respect us
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| If its this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
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| Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying
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| This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
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| Living in the ghetto to ghetto and ghetto
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| To ghetto cause ghetto is all we know
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| They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
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| Find out that I’m innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
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| And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
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| They can’t hold us down we getting all that money
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| And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
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| How they get it they don’t care
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| Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
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| But they listening in my business trying to fuck up my move
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| (Bizzy)
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| Dead niggas I’ve been to war with
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| Toured with, (huh) shit I seen it all
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| Like soap operas from ghetto stars
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| I can tell when rappers getting bored with it
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| Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
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| And at times, when niggas died, she held me like I was a baby
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| The simplest things in life was always the best
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| Breathing your last breath from fresh chronic in your chest
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| Hey somebody call my momma! |
| and hold me one more time
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| Before I die my momma she carried me no karma
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| Niggas bitches and drama
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| I recollect walking and stoppin'
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| Pops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent
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| And baby y’all be respecting me
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| The P.O. |
| injected me in a runaway slave
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| And fuck a Latch Key Kid
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| Can’t wait for pops to see all the shit that I did
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| Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
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| In the palm of my dick
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| This is the life that I love
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| This is the life that I live
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| And it’s a life full of lust nigga
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| (Krayzie)
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| My partner called me after court
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| They said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
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| They making some cheese just to feed their folks
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| And they like somebody won’t go home
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| Its sad cause its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho'
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| And what about our boys and young girls
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| In their wicked young world
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| Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
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| Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
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| What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don’t strees
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| Crooked coppers scaring the niggas off in the hood
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| What about them niggas that get blown off this block if they good
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| See most of the niggas still on the street
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| Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something eat
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| Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
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| Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
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| And let 'em know about us
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| What about us? |
| (Repeat till end) |