| Follow me as I creep through the night on a GT bike
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| This whirlwind that I call my life
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| Peep the crime, the drugs, the dimes, the dubs
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| Round 1999, when it was me Tyrique, Jamar, Malik
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| Young juveniles runnin' through the halls with heat
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| Before we developed a love for larceny
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| Parents on ice so we all starve for weeks
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| So one night Malik got his hand on a gun
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| All you heard was «Blam Blam» when it sung
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| Caught a body where the news cameras won’t come
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| Still chewing candy, dammit we was young
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| And I can still smell the stench of the
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| Body bag by the project bench
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| Tyrique and Malik, I ain’t seen 'em since
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| Jamar, too fat, couldn’t hop over the fence, my nigga
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| Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
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| Oh to be young, In a crazy crazy world
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| Awaken by the daylight once the night was lost
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| Woke up the next morning and my bike was gone
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| Wasn’t long 'til I got another
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| Courtesy of the upper, East side hanging with kids like Jamar
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| Might sleep on the couch let her ice defrost
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| Favorite TV show, Miami Vice was on
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| Nigga in the kitchen that look just like Lebron
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| That I never seen in my life, calling my mama wife
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| But, he ain’t play for the league he slung white
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| Tattoos in, bullet wounds was a type
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| A felony, battery, a few strikes
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| Thought when I grew up that’s what I’d be like
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| Nah, give 'em OE and he out cold
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| Everyday thing in my household
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| I’m starving and my Nikes is scuffed
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| Life is so short it shouldn’t be so rough
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| Ayo journey through my adolescent hood
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| Thing named Neesha woulda hit it if I could
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| Gave me head dope like a real lady should
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| Before the skateboard had a shorty on wood
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| Had a body that was wet, too old for her brain
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| Wondering why her clothes just don’t fit the same
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| Got appointed by a pimp named Snow Cap
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| White boy, skinny frame but his dough fat
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| He had the cars, the fame, the clothes, the broads
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| The name, the jewels, the chain, the charm
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| Whatever represented success
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| The Bentley, the Lex, he would be in it next
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| Found out he got niggas paying Neesha for sex
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| Guess I was vexed cause I ain’t hit it yet
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| One night came up short, it was time to collect
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| Next morning found her body in the back of the Jects
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| A crazy world (x8) |