| Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old
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| Fed up with life and the way things are going
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| He decides to rob a liquor store
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| (I can’t take this no more, I can’t take it no more homes)
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| But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart
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| And suddenly, his conscience comes into play
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| (Shit is mine, I gotta do this, gotta do this)
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| Alright, stop
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| (Huh?)
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| Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store
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| And try to get money out the drawer
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| You better think of the consequence
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| (But who are you?)
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| I’m your motherfuckin' conscience
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| That’s nonsense
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| Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt’s cribs
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| And borrow a damn dress and one of her blonde wigs
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| Tell her you need a place to stay
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| You’ll be safe for days if you shave your legs with an aged razor blade
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| Yeah, but if it all goes through like it’s supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they’ll expose you
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| Think about it before you walk in the door first
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| Look at the store clerk, she’s older than George Burns
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| Fuck that, do that shit, shoot that bitch
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| Can you afford to blow this shit? |
| Are you that rich?
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| Why you give a fuck if she dies? |
| Are you that bitch?
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| Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids?
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| Man, don’t do it, it’s not worth it to risk it
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| (You're right)
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| Not over this shit, drop the biscuit
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| (Stop, I will)
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| Don’t even listen to Slim yo, he’s bad for you
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| (You know what Dre? I don’t like your attitude)
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| (It's alright c’mon, just come in here for a minute)
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| (Mmm, I don’t know)
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| (Look baby, damn)
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| (Yo, it’s gonna be alright, right?)
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| (Well, okay)
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| Meet Stan, twenty-one years old
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| (Give me a kiss)
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| After meeting a young girl at a rave party
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| Things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom
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| Once again, his conscience comes into play
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| (Shit)
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| Now listen to me, while you’re kissin' her cheek
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| And smearin' her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink
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| Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch’s earlobe
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| (Yo, this girl’s only fifteen years old)
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| (You shouldn’t take advantage of her, that’s not fair)
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| Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair?
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| (Uh huh)
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| Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare
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| Till she passes out and she forgot how she got there
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| (Man, ain’t you ever seen that one movie 'Kids'?)
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| No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest
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| (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?)
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| Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail
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| Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker
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| After coming home from a hard day’s work
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| He walks in the door of his trailer park home
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| To find his wife in bed with another man
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| (What the fuck)
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| (Grady)
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| Alright calm down, relax, start breathin'
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| Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
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| While you at work she’s with some dude tryin to get off
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| Fuck slittin' her throat, cut this bitch’s head off
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| Wait, what if there’s an explanation for this shit?
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| (What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?)
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| Alright Shady, maybe he’s right Grady
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| But think about the baby before you get all crazy
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| Okay, thought about it, still wanna stab her?
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| Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her?
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| That’s what I did, be smart, don’t be a retard
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| You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes
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| What’chu say?
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| (What's wrong, didn’t think I’d remember?)
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| I’ma kill you motherfucker
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| Temper, temper
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| Mr. Dre? |
| Mr. N.W.A.
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| Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y’all better make way?
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| How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent?
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| 'Cause he don’t need to go the same route that I went
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| Been there, done that, aw fuck it What am I sayin'? |
| Shoot 'em both Grady
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| Where’s your gun at? |