| It’s like summer '96, just came home
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| Got my weight up, analyzing life as a whole
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| While I was laid up, receiving the news, who got sprayed up
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| Small time hustlers blew, niggas is caked up
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| Some never made it to see, that’s who we ride for
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| Penetentiary poems, respect is what we die for
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| Lost souls travel the ave, while we discuss dreams
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| Teens become weed heads and ex-dust fiends
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| Praying and wishing, get up out this crooked position
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| Shorty selling the body to make an honest living
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| Pops broke out, moms is on a crack mission
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| Could it be an honest living how her moms is living
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| Who am I to say I’m better than you?
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| We both hustlers in the same boat, papi bought the same coat
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| Time to switch notes and turn pages
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| Time to get up out this cages, it’s time we erased this
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| Yo, I remember the times, selling nicks and dimes
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| Got free lunch, the first nigga on line
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| My best friend, had no bike, he used to get on mines
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| Moms at the jam, with Miss Ann, sipping on wine
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| And the blocks deserted, if there was shots, you heard it |
| It’s like the Hill ain’t been the same, since Poppy was murdered
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| The best of the '80's, mothers disrespected they babies
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| When Shateek shot that cop, the whole West went crazy
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| And lately, some day it’ll change, I’m sick of feeling pain
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| Innocent lives was in that World Trade
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| Got snipers running round, shooting shit like it’s a game
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| I get on my knees and begin to pray, for mercy
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| Oh, mercy, mercy me
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| Oh, streets ain’t what they used to be, no
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| I did my time, now, I gotta live my life
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| So I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine
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| Yo, instead of shedding tears, I look up high and I smile
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| Cuz you in a better place than all of us right now
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| But it’s a damn shame, you lost your life at such a young age
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| Rest in peace to all my niggas that’s in the grave
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| Seen the hardest die, but when you pass, it took me by suprise
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| Sometimes I look up at the sky and ask the lord why
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| He had to take you, why he couldn’t take one of these fake dudes
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| When he first told me you passed, I said it ain’t true
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| Not you, why lord, did my nigga have to die for |
| Still can’t believe that he’s gone
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| Cuz now all I have is memories and sympathies
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| Sometimes I miss him so much, I wish the lord get rid of me
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| Aiyo, it seems like the pain, it won’t stop no more
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| On the ballcourt, my pops school me how to play ball
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| I miss you, nigga, still in my heart
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| And I can’t figure out, why the beef, it had to tear us apart
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| Now that you gone, I can’t find the strength to move on
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| It’s like, when you left, everything went wrong
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| At your funeral, I tried to hide the tears inside
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| But they broke, first time my moms started to cry
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| This nigga Lex came through, gave me food for thought
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| I thank you nigga, felt like I was breaking apart
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| And I can’t forget Kay, he was there for me
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| Only nigga truly cared for me, for real |