| Word to mother, you my blood, they hate on us
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| Evils try to do you in, but they never could win
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| Anything happen to you, I’m the next to kin
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| Hustle like a Mexican, monumental battles
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| In the shadows of a don, in the name of the son
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| We gonna rise above, can’t critize a thug
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| In the search for the American dream
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| Before you, I’d rather they fuck with me, too many questions
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| How the fuck did we meet? |
| Too many lessons
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| I promise to never leave, even under pressure
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| I won’t talk, I’d rather die, on my bloody knees
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| You know me, jealousy’s never been a factor
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| You my nigga, before and after the paper
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| A hundred new reasons for niggas to hate ya
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| Finally I find a place I call home
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| But the devil wanna strip me, takin' everything I own
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| You can’t break the bond
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| What don’t kill you, will make you strong
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| It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong
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| Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on
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| You can’t break the bond
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| What don’t kill you, will make you strong
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| It can’t be weakened, the faith is strong
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| Whether, handcuffs or pressures, metal bracelets on
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| I will pop a nigga top before you make a nigga drop
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| For your boy coked on oil, lay down the block
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| For you, I pleed the fifth, death before dishonor
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| When treachery’s surround us, our cause ain’t lost
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| It’s destiny that found us
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| I done met real niggas whose yet to meet your honor
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| You my legacy, jealousy will never be a problem
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| You share my street persona, and deepest knowledge
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| Of the ghetto, the grief and the drama
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| Even deeper is your intentions of feedin' your mama
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| Therefore we eatin' like we servin' those fiends at the carter
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| You need it, I got it, I die for you
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| Give me the chair, I’ll fry for you
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| It’s where you find loyalty, I keep the nine auto
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| How many times I told you? |
| Non-scrimity, but then I trust
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| Even if try individually, we bend ya’ll up
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| There’s no equivalent, lyrically, I will give it to you niggas
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| In a flash, like Pistol Pete |