| Scarface:
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| As I open my eyes unto a new day
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| I see the same old shit that I was face to face with yesterday
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| It’s all the same and I can’t change time
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| An example of a young nigga trapped up and his brain’s dyin'
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| I close my eyes to refrain my thoughts (open)
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| Open my eyes to remain untaught
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| Why my life gotta have a yesterday?
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| Why can’t I memorize tommorrow and live my life as just a day?
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| A baby’s born and you hears moms cryin'
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| Is she cryin' 'cause that she’s happy or the fact that she know she gon' die?
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| Probably some shit we’ll never figure out
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| I think my mind is plotting plans and my second mind is trying to take me out
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| I had a dream I think I saw a dude
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| 'Cause he had the looks that of a killer and he sung to me these four tunes
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| He said «Life is like a game of dice
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| You roll 'em right the first time but you seldom get to roll 'em twice»
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| Not understanding what he said, doc
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| I find myself in the middle of life in an infa-red dot
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| So tell me doctor is you gettin' that?
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| Motherfuckers bustin' at you with wheels now can you picture that?
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| That’s why you find me an assult mind
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| Cause in this world we live together but divided by a chalk line
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| You wanted to hear my life story well I told you
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| Maybe there’s answers to my question in your minila folder
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| What’s the solution to this mind state?
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| You tellin' me it’s gonna take you some time. |
| How long do time take?
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| I’m losing focus on this straight line
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| Ain’t trying to wait for motherfuckers so now I’m forced to take time
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| Willie D:
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| I pull my popper out my trousers aimed it at his abdomen
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| And grabbed the man’s life away from him in a moment
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| Angel dust and heroin and all that I was on it
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| My opponent never knew what hit him
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| As I was bootin' I heard him say «Get down somebody’s shootin'»
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| He didn’t realize he was the target
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| I didn’t realize what I was doing till he departed
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| Oh Lord, I’m feeling something I never felt black
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| I told his momma I was sorry she said «Sorry won’t bring him back»
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| God gave life to the human race and he alone has the right to take it away
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| So I tell me that I don’t care
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| But every time I dim the lights I’m havin' motherfuckin' nightmares
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| It’s been a year since I heard dude holler
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| And I can still smell the motherfuckin' gunpowder
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| What does life mean to me?
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| I’d trade places with the man a heartbeat if I was granted peace
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| I try to wipe it out my memory
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| I saw a shrink but she couldn’t provide a remedy
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| I’m public enemy number one
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| Waitin' in line on death row to get the needle for what I done
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| Pretty soon I meet my maker
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| Thee creator, the one and only true time taker
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| Bushwick Bill:
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| How much more longer I got life left
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| You don’t know that’s why I live day for day and time it right and left
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| And try to take two steps at a time
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| Makin' sure our opposition stays two steps behind
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| Keep in mind these niggas who wanna see me lettin' go and shit
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| That’s why I fight for my life until it’s over with
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| I know these niggas havin' hard times
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| That’s why I’m standing up and fighting for shit when it reguards mines
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| Why must I always sing these sad songs
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| Because they comforance all my feelings inside till all the bad’s gone
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| You wanna hear my life story well I told ya
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| Maybe there’s answers to my question in you fuckin' folder
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| What’s the solution to this mind state?
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| You tellin' me it’s gonna take some time. |
| How long do time take?
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| I’m losin' focus on my straight linne
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| Ain’t trying to wait for a motherfuckers so now I’m forced to take time |