| Yuh
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| Look around you man
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| What do you see?
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| Yeah
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| In my hood, C’mon
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| In my hood we need prayer
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| But no one cares
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| (Welcome to this living hell
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| Where only the Lord can get us well)
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| In my hood in my hood
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| Such despair
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| We need prayer we need prayer
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| (Welcome to the terror dome
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| Where sufferin’s all we’ve ever known)
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| Ay
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| The youngin’s where I stay’ll
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| Wake the day up with a ‘kata like it’s nothin to it
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| Hit ya up
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| Then get a rush
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| While you gushin' fluid
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| Get it soft, whip it raw
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| Put some cut into it
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| Ten toes to the tar
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| Mobbin' in that bucket Buick
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| Ah
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| Every nigga in it’s with the business
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| Slidin' ridin' with a life sentence
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| Relentless for the scratch
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| Got a batch counting minutes
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| Pills crisp crack black
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| And a couple pounds of spinach
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| And they lock it down in 'jects
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| Then serving it to the tenants
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| Hoodies on the dudes mane
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| Murderous apprentice
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| Just might burn ya
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| Ike Turner he’s a menace
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| Go ahead and light that burner
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| Pot churner he’s a chemist
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| Block so scarred off amphetamines and Guiness
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| Tryin to floss so hard that he’ll never need a dentist
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| He failed outta school
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| But he’s hardly a retard
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| Street smart, G card
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| Not a blemish for real
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| We need prayer
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| But no one cares
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| Such despair
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| We need prayer
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| We need prayer
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| My rellies married to the hood
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| No pre-nup
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| Ain’t nothing on they ring finger
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| Something chunky on the hip that’ll steam clean ya
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| Rock N' Roll let the Bruce Springsteen ya
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| Dream team of the beam and you ain’t seen meaner
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| Nah my niggas die young or forever ball
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| Fully convinced of the lie that they will never fall
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| They settle all
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| Broad day with the fully thang
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| So never brawl on Broadway with the bully gang
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| And smoke get yo face knocked nigga
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| 50 round clip even stray shots hit ya
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| They washin' niggas over grams of base rock mista
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| You better not never let them state cops get ya
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| Federal indictment’s is burying blacks
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| Between them gang enhancements and terrorist acts
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| Losing the future got me real sick
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| Real spit I’m praying the truth he will get
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| Free lil' Nick!
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| We need prayer
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| But no one cares
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| Such despair
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| We need prayer
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| We need prayer
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| They say what’s the use of changing'
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| Can’t nobody blame them for the way they are
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| They were born in hell
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| They just learn to play they part
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| These pigs ain’t tryin' to help these kids the way they say they are
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| But it’s time to break the glass and get up out that JAR
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| Huh
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| That paper gon' enslave you 'fore it saves you nig
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| When you locked away that knot you play wit'
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| Ain’t gon' raise your kids
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| And it ain’t gon' save your soul
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| Cuz you can’t buy him out
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| Ain’t no excuses He’s the truth to what you lyin' bout
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| God exists
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| Homie it’s obvious it’s a basic fact
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| There’s no debate
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| The nation’s just faithless
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| So they won’t face the facts
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| So you walk away from your creator to make your paper stack
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| But ain’t no guarantee he’ll take you back
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| Why would you play with that?
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| It’s so disgusting
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| How they treat Him though he chose to love ‘em
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| But he’s no sucker
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| He will sleep you niggas Robitussin
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| I don’t want for nothing
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| I ain’t ballin' and don’t need to be
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| Greedy too easily can keep you blind from what you need to see
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| How you desert your kids
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| And neglect your fam
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| The way you love no chick
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| And you respect no man
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| And you reject the hand that feeds
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| You trying to feed yourself
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| You ain’t concerned with pleasing God
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| You trying to please yourself
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| You’re a slave to your behavior he can break them chains
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| Cuz when the grave is where they lay ya
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| It’s too late for change
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| They say live for the moment enjoy your prideful pleasure
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| But when you die you fry forever
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| RECEIVE CHRIST
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| We need prayer
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| But no one cares
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| In my hood
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| In my hood
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| Such despair
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| We need prayer
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| We need prayer |