| Agita from packin' a pistol
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| It’s frightening that the crisis is fiscal
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| Perhaps lookin' for words
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| Cops lookin' for work
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| All of that, took outta context
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| Relationship, look like a contest
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| Pleading down, pleading no contest
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| Average is mean
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| You may be feeling abandoned
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| Dreamin' that you lived in a mansion
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| Wishin' that you lived in the
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| Hamptons
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| Life, I’ve made mistakes
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| Like, God would forsake
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| Family, huggin' the asphalt
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| Mad at that, life you ain’t ask for
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| Kanye got you mad at your Rav4
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| Cats sleepin' on the curb
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| Dealing with dealers and hustlers
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| Dilla done dealt an injustice
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| In hold of the reigns
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| Get caught in the rain
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| Possibly, might have been ill dude
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| To someone who, told you they feel you
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| Then became someone who killed you
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| Damage from growin' up too fast
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| Maybe, someone in your crew or camp
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| Might have ended up in the newscast
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| Takin' off isn’t an option
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| Stories that people concocted
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| Mixin' up different concoctions
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| When the going get tough, the tough get tougher
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| The tough gon' suck it up, suf gon' suffer
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| We can go without lunch we can go without supper
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| We can go without AC in the hot summer
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| We can go without no heat in the cold winter
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| Cause my crew’s not wimps, my crew’s all winners
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| And my crew’s all thinner, but my crew’s not bitter
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| My crew’s not quittin' and my crew’s not kiddin'
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| Whole crew not too cool for coupon clippin'
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| And we all gon' kick it so we all still kickin' it
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| We want a little bit so no one starts bitchin'
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| Ain’t nobody gotta pitch cause we all gon' pitch in
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| God forbid you find yourself in prison
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| For a bid, for a nick, for a minute, it’s forbidden
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| Put up those mits, put up those mittens
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| You can stand that heat don’t get out that kitchen
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| And you may be pissed and you may be sickish
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| Situations get thick and the pots get big
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| And misters and missus you can not be chicken
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| If somebody need chips everybody got to pitch in
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| Situations get big but you gotta start chippin'
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| And you stumble or trip but you can’t start trippin'
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| You may really be sick but the clock keeps tickin'
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| Baby need milk so you might start strippin'
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| ?, so you might be slippin'
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| Probably lost fam so you might be sippin'
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| Lotta white lines so you might be sniffin'
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| Left and right wrist that you think 'bout slittin'
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| Time to resurf so you think about snitchin'
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| Lot of loose germs so you might be stricken
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| Hold your head, one day it’ll be different |