| Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
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| We all fall down...
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| Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
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| We all fall down like toy soldiers
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| Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
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| But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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| I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
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| Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
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| I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
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| Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
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| I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
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| I'm supposed to set an example
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| I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
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| If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
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| Now Ja said I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
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| There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
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| I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
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| It was crazy, this shit be way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
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| And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
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| I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
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| And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
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| This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
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| That was never my object for someone to get killed
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| Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
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| It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
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| I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' Suge
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| Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
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| And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
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| Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
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| So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
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| While he's all over t.v. |
| down talkin' a man who literally saved my life
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| Like fuck it i understand this is business
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| And this shit just isn't none of my business
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| But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz
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| Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
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| We all fall down like toy soldiers
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| Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
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| But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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| There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
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| And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
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| But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it
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| The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
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| It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
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| We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
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| Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
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| And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him
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| Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
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| Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
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| Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions
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| Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
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| Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection
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| Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
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| But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
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| Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
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| Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
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| Well fuck it, that mutherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
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| But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
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| That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
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| And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
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| We still have soldiers that's on the front line
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| That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
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| Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
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| We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
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| To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
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| To have Runyan Ave and who sulked us up in our corners
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| Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
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| But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
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| There ain't words that I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
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| Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict
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| I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
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| But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
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| I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
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| If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws with the knockin'
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| Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
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| I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz
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| Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
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| We all fall down like toy soldiers
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| Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
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| But the battle wages on for toy soldiers |