| As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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| I take a look at my life and realize there’s nuthin' left
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| 'Cuz I’ve been blasting and laughing so long, that
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| Even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
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| But I ain’t never crossed a man that didn’t deserve it Me be treated like a punk you know that’s unheard of You better watch how you’re talking, and where you’re walking
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| Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
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| I really hate to trip but I gotta loc.
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| As I Grow I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
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| I’m the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
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| on my knees in the night, saying prayers in the streetlight.
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| Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| The ghetto situation, they got me facin'
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| I can’t live a normal life, I was raised by the stripes
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| So I gotta be down with the hood team
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| Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
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| I’m an educated fool with money on my mind
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| Got my tin in my hand and a gleam in my eye
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| I’m a loc’d out gangsta set trippin' banger
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| And my homies is down so don’t arouse my anger, fool
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| Death ain’t nothing but a heartbeat away,
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| I’m living life, do or die, what can I say
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| I’m 23 now, but will I live to see 24
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| The way things are going I don’t know
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| Tell me why are we, so blind to see
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| That the one’s we hurt, are you and me Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Power and the money, money and the power
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| Minute after minute, hour after hour
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| Everybody’s running, but half of them ain’t looking
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| What’s going on in the kitchen, but I don’t know what’s cookin'
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| They say I gotta learn, but nobody’s here to teach me If they can’t understand it, how can they reach me I guess they can’t, I guess they won’t
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| I guess they front, that’s why I know my life is out of luck, fool
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| Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Spending most our lives, living in the gangsta’s paradise
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| Tell me why are we, so blind to see
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| That the one’s we hurt, are you and me Tell me why are we, so blind to see
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| That the one’s we hurt, are you and me |