| Well it be too many fake people
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| Claiming that they, be down with us
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| But it’s too many people, that we can’t see
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| Everywhere that I go, somebody wanna hate me
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| But I really don’t think, that they’re gonna be
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| Ready to take, a walk in my shoes
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| That’s why I be insiders on, plus we never did nothing to nobody
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| And if they knew what we knew, then they’d leave us alone
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| Cause too much stressing, it make a nigga crazy
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| Now I be paranoid, and watching my lady
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| Praying that I see, my older brother again
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| Not knowing, it would never be the same again
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| So I’m still hoping for the day, I know it’s gon change
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| And if I die, I know the pain be remaining in me
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| To everybody, that I live to live
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| Leave me the fuck alone, and let me be
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| Too many hoes wanna hate, and talk bad about a bitch
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| But mama told me, to never give a fuck
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| If that’s what you go, be and be the coldest bitch
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| That everybody, wanna roll with
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| Could never keep a real ass nigga, down on my side
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| Cause I didn’t have time, had a lot of shit up on my mind
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| Had the write, to shit up in my rhymes
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| To keep me sane all the time
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| Had a block on my brain, thinking how could shit
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| Ever change, trying to win the same ol' game
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| But then I came to see, through the days of my pain
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| And struggling, that it wasn’t as bad as this thang
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| Guerilla Maab are my brothers, steady spiritual chain
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| I’d rather live my life, the way it’s suppose to be
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| Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else
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| Of royalty, because it ain’t my name
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| Too many problems on my mind
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| (on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind)
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| Living shife, is starting to be a full time grind
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| I’m just trying, to live, my life
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| But somehow peace, is something I’ll never find
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| (may never find)
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| Too many problems on my mind
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| (on my miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiind)
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| Living shife, is starting to be a full time grind
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| I’m not trying, to lose, my life
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| But if I do, I wanna meet Jesus Christ (way too late)
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| Thinking about, what a nigga done been through
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| Reminiscing, on a part of the past
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| Everybody thought I wouldn’t last
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| From living the things, I was dealing with
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| Too many people, tried to reach a nigga with bullshit
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| And it’s like, I ain’t even tripping
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| I can’t let things like that, get up under my skin
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| I can’t win, if a nigga steady be living in sin
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| I gotta keep a right mind, if I wanna make dividends
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| Sneak into the negative side, of my life
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| Even niggas that I had love fo', turned fake
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| One of my real niggas, just got shot nine times
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| From a nigga, that everybody really thought was down
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| And who the fuck can I trust, when I grab a Glock to bust
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| The situation that I be facing, make a nigga think
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| Shedding tears over my older brother, gonna wait
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| For the rest of his life, because of these niggas living shife
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| For real, now tell me where the love at
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| Why all of my niggas, wanna be acting like that
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| Is it because of the fact I’m one of the Maab, and never gon fall
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| And all the diamonds shine, when it’s time to ball
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| Will they comfort me if I waited, it was gonna get greater later
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| I really hope so, cause I believe in God
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| And with the life that I live, I wanna smile again
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| And if I die tonight, I still wanna see the light
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| I’ve been contemplating, I’ve been steady waiting
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| Sippin' liquor, up off in my mode
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| Thinking bout the days of the past, when everybody
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| Use to treat a young nigga, like Dougie so cold
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| But never once before, I done heard a lot of thangs
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| Seen a lot of thangs, wonder why motherfuckers be acting so strange
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| Feeling the pain inside, ready to ride
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| But yet I still know I gotta maintain
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| I remember when some bitches, use to tell me
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| Dougie you motherfucker, your ass ain’t never gon be shit
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| But now they turning on the T.V., watching me on BET
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| Jamming my CD, getting crunk in this bitch
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| Ain’t no doubt about it, in my mind that
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| The Hating make a nigga, stronger inside
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| But I been making the climb, but Lord knows that my body is tired
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| I need a little compassion, a little mo' breath in this rhyme
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| And I really just don’t understand, why nigga wanna be doing
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| The evil deed, and they wanna hate on us
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| Cause they can’t fade all us, but if you know like a nigga know
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| You niggas would keep your distance, cause we can’t be touched
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| I’ve been living in the city for a short while, with the wrong crowd
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| Wish I would of known then, what I know now
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| Now a nigga tripping after the cream, and follow my dreams
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| I’m trying to stay away, from the triple beam
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| I gotta get up on a mission, it seems
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| Because I’m sick and tired, of dealing with the struggle and pain
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| The predicaments are facing me, having stress on my brain
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| Don’t wanna go up insane, pray to God that my soul
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| I’m going deranged, and anybody wanna think to testing
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| A nigga skills, they better have a good will
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| Cause I be living my life, chunking they two cents in
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| While they be living in sin, trying to tell me how to live
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| When they ain’t even living right |