| They say I’m gonna be dead by day
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| From the words I say, so hey
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| If I get a little wicked it’s ok
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| But I gotta get paid fuckin' ay
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| I’m not bitin' my tongue and I did not stutter
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| I’m that brotha, word to the motherfucker
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| And if you don’t know me, I feel you should know
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| I add a little rock and roll and clock the dough
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| I sell my soul to the preacher’s church
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| I ain’t with the bullshit, you get your preachin' ass hurt
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| You wanna judge me, when I don’t judge you
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| I tell the ho true be nothin' but the truth soooooo
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| You want me dead now, so go ahead now
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| But I’d rather be dead, so how you like me now?
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| You can’t kill me, but I’m bound to die
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| When the devil gets inside you you wonder why
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| It ain’t a new thang, it ain’t old seed
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| The truth is always new, but never told see
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| It’s that the devil’s the preacher and God’s the president
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| And hell’s the ghetto and I’m a resident
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| They lockin' up brothers for petty crimes and petty theft
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| The government’s the leadin' cause of death
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| Then they tell me I don’t know how to act
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| When the mayor sells ki’s on Spillum and Mack
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| God damn, it ain’t no where to go
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| 'Cause they still look at us as niggas and hoes
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| So yo, they got me trapped inside a circle
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| 360 degrees that I don’t believe in
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| Fuck that shit I wanna bankroll
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| And if I gotta sell my soul, then I’ll do so
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| Sometimes I care sometimes I won’t
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| But then I can’t afford to care so I don’t
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| You may thinks this way so when I say
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| You better push play 'cause I’ll be dead by day
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| I’m dead fool
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| How you gonna kill a dead man
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| I’ll be dead by day
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| They don’t care about you or me
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| The white man tells the black man’s history
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| The KKK looks after me
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| And up to this day niggas still ain’t free
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| I ain’t no racist
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| Because we all got red blood, just different faces
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| Blacks kill blacks, and whites kill themselves
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| Either way you look at it we all dyin' young
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| So fuck it |