| They’ll be a man
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| One to lead his people into victory
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| One who goes through time
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| One who seen pain
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| The one who see’s the glory
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| That man is I, Capone
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| The leader, follow me
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| They wanna beat me like Rodney
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| See me like Pac
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| Have me like O.J. |
| doing 100 in the drop
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| Railroad me like the Hurricane but I won’t stop, let’s go
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| Look at my life (look at my life)
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| Look at my life, I’ma gangsta (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
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| Look at my life (look at my life)
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| Look at my life, I’ma gangsta (gangsta)
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| I’ma gangsta
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| Yo, yo
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| Take a journey through my life
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| Walk through the nights with me
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| It’s a long road ahead of us, I hope that your nights crispy
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| Queensbridge, a trife city delapidated slums
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| I’ve seen political homicides and crack related ones
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| Pac and Bigggie, god bless em I don’t know where to begin
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| Forgive me lord for I’ve committed a sin
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| I sold crack to my mans mom
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| I feed my uncle dope in his arm
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| I testify to every word wrote in this song
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| Except the 5th commandment, thou shall not kill
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| I obviously ignored it cause my blood shall not spill
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| So I chose to squeeze first
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| Put you 6 feet deep in the dirt
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| And watch your cold soul emerge from the earth
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| I was a star first, then I grew into the sun
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| Destined to shine over the planet
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| Till I came across a gun, infactutated by the sound
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| When the shots get sprayed, like (gunshots)
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| I’m about to take the streets through another phase
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| I’m amazed I’m still living
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| I came close to the end of my days
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| I couldn’t let the streets raise my two siblings
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| Or my kid, I’m too thoro, I survived through prison
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| Collide with rival clicks spitting, listen
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| I live life like I’m racing to an early death
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| Exceeding the speed limit, with no brakes
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| Quiet when I step, reality bites
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| I’m gangsta for life, so I squeeze like
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| I hold the mac precise
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| With 32 shot clips
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| And turn your hard top into a convertible drop whip
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| They talking to rappers, chose my name to reflect
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| I’m hot, grimy entertainers come
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| Drama east to west
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| I don’t wanna kill no more
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| At times I hear death knocking at my front door
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| Feeling like I’m being watched everytime that I score
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| What if the pigs got me on survaillance
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| A rebel to the law, I got 2 strikes against me
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| 1 shot in me, a vest and a semi
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| It’s me against the world don’t tempt me
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| Ah yo lets all bust from jail, a mink
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| A pound of the real, a 37 inch link
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| Money in the bank, a Coup to match it
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| I was released like a boss mis-acting
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| You know the kind of thing a gangsta could relax in
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| Lifes a bitch, but fuck it
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| Trying to keep my whole faculty covered
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| And spits more like an iraqian thugging
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| If you wanna take me, mommy I’m coming
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| But if not, they can never break
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| I’ma keep gunning and bust shots
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| I’m the one that was running from the cops
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| I bust back at them niggas
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| It’s real man I came from the bottom — strivin'
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| Label to label, with the Yankees now (look at my life)
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| I’m with big bosses (look at my life I’m a gangsta)
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| The life, it’s the loud, the mourns, the kings
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| We movin up now (look at my life)
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| Big gangsta moves (look at my life)
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| Taking care of bussiness
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| My niggas up north — Got you
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| STREETS — I’M A GANGSTA (I'm a gangsta)
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| (music fades) |
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