| If you free your mind your ass has got to
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| But you’re caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through
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| Searchin' for answers without no questions
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| You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y’all was no
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| exception
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| It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks)
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| But each and every kick turned out to be a trick
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| Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends
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| You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends
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| You once was the neighborhood boss and hog
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| And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs
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| Niggas hate to admit it, but they know it’s true
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| Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, wanna be just like you
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| So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim
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| Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system
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| You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke
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| Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope
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| The devil is dope (Dope)
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| Out of control
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| The devil is dope
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| The devil is dope
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| Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah)
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| The devil is dope
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| Things seen only imagined and in dreams
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| Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!)
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| Cause the dosage wasn’t right
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| Now his chest is gettin' tight
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| And everything is goin' black
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| But it’s the middle of the day, figure that
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| But you still can’t see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!)
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| And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!)
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| Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five
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| So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive
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| And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac’s (Tic Tac’s!)
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| And niggas tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that
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| And all money ain’t good money
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| But everybody want the cream and honey
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| Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it’s sunny (Yeah!)
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| But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery
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| From A.C. to O.G. |
| to P.G. |
| to P.C.B
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| As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke
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| It’s like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope
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| Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails
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| You move your sales from motel to hotel
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| Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass
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| Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash
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| And it’s your task to try to make a meal ticket
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| So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!)
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| You’s a victim and since you got your own mind
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| It ain’t all your fault, but you gotta do your own time
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| Choose your weapon cause your first impression
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| Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in
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| If you still blind and you can’t see
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| You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don't
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| run!)
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| And remember what I told you
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| Remember who brought a soldier
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| I wanna wake you up like Sega
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| Consume large amounts of dank-a
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| Man overboard
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| Beware of the underlords
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| Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!)
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| Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there |