| Yo whats up y’all
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| Whats up man
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| I ain’t finna go down for no mother fucker
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| Got nothing to do with that
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| Aye man you know we gotta go to court tomorrow
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| I know man almost forgot about that shit myself
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| Thats why I ducked out
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| I dont wanna go to court, man
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| Man I don’t even wanna go man
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| They gone have to just lock me up
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| Man, FUCK THAT
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| Cold Hard, WildStyle, Kilo, and Neverless
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| You all are being charged with
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| Kidnapping, aggravated assault
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| Armed robbery, money laundering
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| Dope slanging and gang banging
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| And all that other type of shit
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| I can’t believe
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| Tell me, «Do you think you’re guilty?»
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| Look here your honor
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| My life’s full of broken dreams
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| I had to hustle on the corner
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| Selling crack to the fiends
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| Dope slanger, gang banger
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| Shit, had to be it
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| Give the hoes a break up quick
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| A PIMP I was born to be
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| The hoes was bringing me liquor
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| And the fiends was calling me God
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| My connection was the government
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| They gave me the job
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| I was slanging on the block
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| Two for ten, after dark
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| Pump blasted two springs dead
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| All you heard was BLOWS BARRED |
| We was slanging them automatics
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| Fuck them niggas that tried to jack
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| Rags to riches told the bitches
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| Motherfucker I’m a maniac
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| My case is a nowhere
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| Cause my lawyer’s got a grudge
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| Fuck it, I’m guilty
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| Suck my dick judge
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| Hey I’m sorry to become
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| What a motherfucker became
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| It was the way that I was raised
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| In this motherfucking game
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| Try to tame myself
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| But it wasn’t no help
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| Hell yeah a nigga snapped
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| Had to keep my fucking rep
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| Making gosh darn niggas step
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| Always trying ta test me
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| Cause I’m a big old shorty
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| When I upped that thing
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| It wasn’t no game
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| Playing wid this shit’s got me horny
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| When I was just a little boy
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| Played wid hoes instead of toys
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| Fuck what a motherfucker say
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| I’m going to drink my banging choice
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| Cause I wasn’t one a them ones bitch
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| I grew up a lunatic
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| Had to have my snap so I jack
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| So I roll wid a big ol' ass clique
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| Know How, WildStyle, Kilo, Never
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| Beat the system, did it clever
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| All this shit that we endured
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| Tryin' to tell it to the judge
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| Coming up in this game
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| Was a bogus generation |
| Living life just to bang
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| Just to slang’s my occupation
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| Tryin' to make it some way
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| And it don’t matter cause my attitude
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| And visions the same
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| So you can tell it to the judge dude
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| Now as a young buck in the hood
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| It was hard to get by hard to make it
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| Had to make a way anyway I could
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| So I had to take it
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| And it drove me to a point
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| That I had my mind on bustin'
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| Caught up in the lifestyle of a thug
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| Guess it was up in the blood
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| Niggas try to play me bogus shit
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| Nigga roll, you know I’m slick
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| Rolling wid a bogus clique
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| So nigga just kill that shit
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| Ran up in the nigga’s crib
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| Didn’t think that he was gonna live
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| Pull the trig, heard him scream
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| But he didn’t die cause he was a fiend
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| Strung on dope
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| And the nigga ran his mouth
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| And now I’m locked up
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| Looking up out the window
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| Ain’t no window
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| And it’s fucked up
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| Could it be that I had a grudge
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| Couldn’t show him no fucking love
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| Caught a case, face to face
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| Had to tell it to the judge
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| Yeah you caught me now
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| But I already went to hell and back
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| For my life as a gang banger |
| Standing out in the cold
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| And I can’t slanga
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| Never thought I’d live this long
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| Went to sit in a room by myself
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| Having thoughts of all the things
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| That I’ve lost in the world
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| Thinking I’m getting close to death
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| But now I’m having flashbacks
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| And I can’t get no freedom
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| Never had no pot to piss in
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| Nobody to help me out, so a nigga sin
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| Robbing bitches broke and dumb
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| Couldn’t read and write to one
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| Cats you’d never trust
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| Snatching chains from the back of the bus
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| And it ain’t no thing for me to pop a bitch
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| I broke my shit to the left and killed
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| Arm, leg, leg, arms, head
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| Forgive me for my damn sin
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| Now I’m facing double life
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| But life ain’t long enough punk
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| Cause that’s to the bodies in my trunk
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| Now I got to face the judge
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| While I reach my verdict
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| You’re all being sentenced
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| To life in prison
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| With no obligation of parole
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| Get 'em outta here guards
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| Get 'em out my face
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| (laughter) |