| Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven
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| Brothers clock dollars 24−7
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| Some get caught and some don’t
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| Some’ll make big money, some won’t
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| Some bite the bullet the hard way
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| Brothers play the game of death but don’t know how to play
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| Money in ya pocket can’t roll cause you’re square
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| Livin day to day is a black man’s dare
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| Money things and jealousy’s a big parta life
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| You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife
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| They took ya whole stack for a piece crack
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| Brothas don’t know how to act, watch ya back
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| They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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| They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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| They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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| They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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| Grow up in the ghetto actin savage
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| When junkies smoked dope and murder was average
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| How could you cope in the city of dope
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| Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope
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| Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name
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| In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same
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| Flashin cash and thinkin you’re on top
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| But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop
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| A brotha who’s nothin will always have nothin thats a fact
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| People don’t know how to act, watch ya back
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| Walkin down the street around 12 at night
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| Tryin to sell rocks but ain’t a base head in sight
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| One pops up from outta nowhere
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| And then another and another and another
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| Shoulda watcha back like a soldier
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| I told ya They’re gonna getcha brotha |