| I got so much trouble on my mind, refuse to lose
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| But sometimes the flesh get’s weak
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| And I regret the decision I choose
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| But I’m not trying to sing the blues
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| Cause life goes on, remembering the verse
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| Nitty showed me a song
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| Kept me calm for a minute though
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| Got me mellow when Juda blaze the Cocoa
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| But in the back of my mind I still know
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| I still got a job to do, for real yo
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| Give thanks for the meal, it’s time to peel though
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| Lick em off, soon be back to build yo
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| On the bricks side where it’s real for sho
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| But what’s really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
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| My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don’t blow
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| It’s a struggle but the more I smoke the more my mind flow
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| Losing my mind, tryin' to stay high
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| Everybody fuckin wit me, cuz they know I keep a pound of trees
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| Cuz I gotta maintain in me
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| But I’m losing my mind, tryin to stay high
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| Gotta link with my P.N.C
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| It’s the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
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| I can’t knock him though, cause we was once consider peoples
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| We broke bread at the same chicks crib
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| Two ribs we just roughed up
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| Gums we just brushed up
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| I burglarized my first joint playin with stack money
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| Who motto was «I die for it» quote from Stack Money
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| Head Capo, cause shots round the Big Apple
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| Ain’t never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you
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| Would of sworn he was the thoroughest, came through in the prettiest
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| Big boy Benz, 500-S series
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| Bumpin' «For the Love of Money» by the group the O’Jays
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| Spotted the half smoked Philly comin' out the ashtray
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| I didn’t even know, just knew my man Mr. Brown
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| And I’ve been linkin up with dunn for 3 months now
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| Looked at my kiko asked him, which spot he cocked
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| He returned the death stare, eyes full of blood shot
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| Try to block it wit a chuckle, hit that shit nigga fuck you
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| Buck him, pull my coat, just huff on the dust too
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| Like it’s cool to be smokin' on the oolahs
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| Won’t hit the spliff less I see you twist up the buddhas
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| I’m losing my mind, rollin' my dime
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| Friend of mine, tryin' to lace my weed
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| That’s a muthafuckin' friend I don’t need
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| It’s a shame, it’s a shame, how you blamed your man
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| For some shit that you been through, but you don’t understand
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| It’s a price to pay, the price when you play the game
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| If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game
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| I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick
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| Money came home, but he got hit
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| In the bubble whip, with the system in it
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| One shot, fire two, then burst
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| Shit that’s what happen when you thrust
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| You think you comin home, but you meetin chrome
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| You really thought you had the throne, cuz you was the bone
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| On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
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| Under a rock, so the money stop
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| Didn’t know the rules of the game so you plan flop
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| Niggas seein' a vision, tryin' to make it to the top
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| Now I’m losin my mind, gotta take time
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| If I wanna roll that weed, cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf
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| Can’t fuck with no phillies
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| I’m losin my mind, smokin my dime
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| On the lo lo from these
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| Cuz you know them niggas lookin for me
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| From some shit back from the 80's
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| I’m losin my mind, fuckin wit ya niggas one time…
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| I just want all yall to keep the faith, and never lose it
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| Coming straight from the heart
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| Cause in this game, it’s a struggle
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| But I just want you to keep strong, and move along |