| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Lived reckless so long
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| Justice system bust me wrong
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| Future stretched out like a rubber check
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| Don’t be jeffing out the side of your neck
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| Dealin' from the bottom of the deck
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| Might make it home to the projects
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| Don’t point no finger at me like you do
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| Know three of them is pointing back at you
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| Locked down, locked down!
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Long way from home, walking through a storm
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| Big yard survival keep me strong
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| Face I see in that old mirror
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| Too foggy and it ain’t gettin' no clearer
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| Overcoat me like mess hall rations
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| Too much for the population
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| Don’t point no finger at me like you do
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| Know three of them is pointing back at you
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| Locked down, locked down!
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| I felt invisible everybody
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| The price of death come too cheap
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| Robbed and stole in the gap
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| Popped with a stray cap
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| Like a cornered rat
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| What you all know 'bout that?
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| Don’t point no finger at me like you do
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| Know three of them is pointing back at you
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| Locked down, locked down!
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah
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| Ah, ah, ah, ah |