| Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
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| Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
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| Too many youngsters out here trippin', too many po-po out here pickin'
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| Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
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| I pledge allegiance to the trenches
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| That I’ma always stay thorough
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| 'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
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| Overcoming obstacles and hurdles
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| In the street we hold court, when we need backup
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| We call our folks for tech support
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| Get it?
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| Tec-support, we play with street instruments
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| Put a ho on life support
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| Put 'em in the dirt where haters belong, show no pity
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| God don’t like ugly and he ain’t too fond of pretty
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| I’m tired of servin' base, running in place
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| I wanna be a voice of hope
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| Make the world a much better place
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| I’ve always had mouthpiece, got the gift of gab
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| Gab in reverse spells bag
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| Back in the day I used to bag them bags
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| A pay-pay, and I ain’t talkin' Safeway
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| Got the block sewed up just like a quilt
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| I thank the lord and I’m thankful I didn’t get kilt
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| Life gave me a crap hand when it was dealt
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| Funkin' over nothin', hella blood spilt
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| Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
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| Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
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| Too many youngsters out here trippin', too many po-po out here pickin'
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| Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
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| I pledge allegiance to the trenches
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| That I’ma always stay thorough
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| 'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
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| Overcoming obstacles and hurdles
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| I’m not a pussy, I’m not a cat
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| People ask me where I’m from
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| I say wherever the money at
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| A lot a suckas is cancers, but not the Zodiac
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| A fungus, a germ, they’ll stab you in the back
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| I don’t trust no human, I barely trust myself
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| Especially when I get to drinkin' and smokin' on a spliff
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| Gettin' yayper is my chief concern
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| I ain’t gonna do no ass kissin' if the tables turn
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| It is what it is, handle my biz
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| I give the shirt off my back to help the little kids
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| 'Cause they the future not the past
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| Hire a tutor so they can pass
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| My folk’s fresh out the joint, he doin' well
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| Learned how to weld in jail, he havin' mail
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| Instead of buyin' hella jewelry, bought a Care Home
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| Let his big sister run it, small business loan
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| Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
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| Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
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| Too many youngsters out here trippin', too many po-po out here pickin'
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| Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
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| I pledge allegiance to the trenches
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| That I’ma always stay thorough
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| 'Til death do us apart, health and sickness
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| Overcoming obstacles and hurdles
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| They tearin' the buildings down, they runnin' my people out
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| They boardin' the windows up and breakin' the glass out
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| It’s ugly where I’m at, like where you at, it’s goin' around
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| People killin' themselves, havin' financial meltdowns
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| I need a pastor in my life that ain’t a hypocrite
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| That don’t be and tryna get a nigga bitch
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| I’m freak of these suckas tired of these bustas, damn right
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| Give it some time, what’s in the dark gonna come to light
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| I’m immune to gunfire, on fire trucks when I sleep
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| Family in pajamas and robes in the street
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| Reward money, nobody told, nobody speaked
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| Sooner or later the information gonna leak
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| Block blocked off, hella yellow tape
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| Never knowin' it’s your expiration date
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| Don’t be soft, be real, don’t be fake
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| Too many be tryin' to eat of the same plate
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| Biatch!
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| Too many suckas in my huddle, too many bullets go through suckas
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| Too many born up in the struggle (too many)
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| Too many youngsters out here trippin', too many po-po out here pickin'
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| Too many real ones in the prison (too many)
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| I pledge allegiance to the trenches
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| That I’ma always stay thorough
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| Til death do us apart, health and sickness
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| Overcoming obstacles and hurdles
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| Too many
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| Too many
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| Too many |