| Tired of livin’this life everyday it’s a gamble
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| Puttin’pieces together that don’t even assemble
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| Feelin’like somebody I don’t like but I resemble
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| I’m so sick up in here and it’s time to make moves
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| I try to blow caps in everything I do My life is a shame I’m tryin’to just get through
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| I’m movin’through the trenches,
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| With my mike and my crew
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| When I’m (?) I got to keep goin'
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| Sure this happened for me, I’m not even knowin'
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| The storm has passed,
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| And yet the flowers still growin'
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| Still makin’moves, right now shit is on
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| I see a glimps of life that shines in my face
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| I wanna send my heart takes me to another place
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| See right now what I want I can achieve
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| All I have to do is stick to myself and believe
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| Where you at, uh-huh
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| (To all my street niggers makin’money, make it happen ya’ll)
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| Where you at uh-huh
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| (To my lady’s doin’your thing, do it you’re the best girl)
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| Where you at, uh-huh
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| (To all my Daft Punk people, makin’the happy, keep it movin', let’s do it ya’ll)
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| Where you at, uh-huh
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| (Uh, everybody, everybody ya’ll)
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| Where you
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| Don’t make no sense in the way we all are
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| Niggers can’t get a chick (chick) without a car
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| Anybody ask me (me) I been the star (star)
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| Always knew that one day (day) I would go far
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| Some of these rap niggers they need a rain check (check)
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| I don’t understand how they got a mike, check check
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| Get your head right, true, you look a wreck
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| And in the mean time we gone get the pay check
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| You know, no we ain’t the ones to judge
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| But uh, there’s people out here
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| Who are really puttin’it down, and that’s real
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| You know, slum village, can’t even do our thing
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| Make it happen yo (tss) like this
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| Where you at uh-huh
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| (To my niggers down for the struggle, keep it up baby)
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| Where you at uh-huh
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| (My nine to five niggers, street hustlers, roll-the-dice niggers)
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| Where you at uh-huh
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| (To all my chicks tryin’to get the paper, keep doin’that)
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| Where you at uh-huh
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| (See everybody makin’moves, don’t stop keep it all)
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| Lies, you fled Babylon of life and death on the tide of dawn
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| From the drunk to stack at home
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| To when you strut them adam bombs, and they detinate
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| You wonder why I write so graphic
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| When here bullets shatter light poles into white snow fragments
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| It’s catestrophic that you picked up on it like an antenna object
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| You either find your hustle with demand and profit
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| Instead in the land of plot and schemin'
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| 'Cause today’s microscopic,
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| Do bi-focal fiber-optics
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| My friend’s down with suit and ties inside of boxes
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| Flip me out when you hit the ground like a fightin’ostritch
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| But life is just a pair of dice droppin'
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| In mid stumble
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| A precious jewel you seclude when you in the struggle
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| Where you
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