| Uh, yeah
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| You ain’t really build like me, me, me
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| Like me, me, me
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| Yeah, June 14th, 1982, tunnel of life, she pushed that baby through
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| Few minutes later she pushed that baby out
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| She ain’t raised him to be slanging shit up in her house
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| Ten below, I’m selling dope until my toes froze
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| Throw some catch with my '87 nose hose
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| Niggas getting fresher for the Summer, I’m in old clothes
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| Burned a lot of bridges, watched a lot of doors close
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| Saw that al the hoes chose niggas with exotic cars
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| Maybe I was lacking in hustle, but I had the heart to rob
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| It’s either that or starve, do or die, sink or swim
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| Had to pop a Xanny cause I think I’m on that brink again
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| Let me take you deeper then
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| These two geekers, spot 'em, banging out, might jack me, so my Nikes I be
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| sleeping in
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| Yeah I probably know 'em, but don’t trust them far as I can throw 'em
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| Burying my money in the floor, that’s how I want it flowing
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| Me and three amigos put all four of us in something foreign
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| Bitches, stick it to them, once I do them, ain’t got nothing for them
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| That’s the life I lead I’ll probably leave a pretty corpse
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| The streets a bitch I’ve been cheating she’s seeking a divorce
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| Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to Lord my soul to keep
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| Don’t let this weed and Hennessy hinder what I could grow to be
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| Used to rap and wish a record company notice me
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| Only to get signed and dropped a year later with no release
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| Did some things, at one with peace, then went to war with police
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| Fed up with cases being beat so they put my boy to sleep
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| Now every rhyme I write for you I hope you understand it
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| And to the pig that took you from us, fuck him and his family
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| Staring at the world through my rearview mirror, my vision’s clearer
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| Back when granny told me put Jesus first, guess I couldn’t hear her
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| All my life all I wanted was that almighty dollar
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| Ski mask and my semi-auto will solve my problems
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| And I voted for Obama but I still don’t understand
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| These political presidentials, they need to break it down for niggas
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| The world is steadily moving fast and ain’t gonna wait around for niggas
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| I stay protecting where I lay cause I ain’t laying it down for niggas
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| The world is my motherfuckin' ashtray, Mexican and (?)
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| Want a half? |
| Meet me half way
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| Break 'em down and move a couple bands on the bad day
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| Might not rap forever so I’m thuggin' 'til my last day
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| Bitch I said the world is my motherfuckin' ashtray
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| Niggas got them zones, quarters, halves, meet me half way
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| Break 'em down and move a couple bands on the bad day
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| Might not rap forever so I’m thuggin', like it’s my last day
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| Motherfuckin' Gibbs |