| Now when I die, die if I die
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| Remember me ballin'…ballin'
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| Now when I die
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| Mama don’t you cry
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| Just remember me ballin'…ballin'
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| Now when I die nigga don’t you cry
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| Just remember me ballin'…ballin'
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| (born to die)
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| Fresh out the whome, 1973
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| A baby boy, I’m ready for war
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| Now this just can’t be Wit my daddy
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| He don’t love us, just too young to know
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| I love you mama, work real hard
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| It got us out the ghetto
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| No more dependin’on my mama
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| See I’m a cra… man
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| And I got kids of my own
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| But if I call she there
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| Somehow, someway
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| Indo gone shine like diamonds
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| Imortalize to my rise dodgin’demons and phantoms
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| Realize your situation, ain’t gettin’no better
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| They building more and more prisons
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| I wrote my nation a letter
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| Conversation and hation
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| I talked to god last night
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| Like from last saw 6 phantom
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| And I’ma lie in twilight
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| Zonin', think I’m gonin'
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| Maybe bro hoe
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| Was I talkin’on that level
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| Crusafix on my door
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| Race em', rece em', racin'
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| got my heart pacin'
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| Listne learn it’s my turn
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| I’d a free mase em'
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| The late generation 6
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| Never caught up in clicks
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| How can you haters
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| Claim you real
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| Turn in (??)
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| But anyway that stories old
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| Let me kick in the loot
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| I’m tellin’heavy understand me, baby this Gangsta Boo
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| Now all you wannabe’s
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| Claimin’platnum LP’s
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| I can’t believe all you fakers in the rap industry
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| You stay at home at your moms house
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| Stackin’your cheese
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| Whatever punk, I’m on my own
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| Still stackin’g’s
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| I’m young in ages
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| Only the hair trick, I’ve been everywhere
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| I’m takin’flights to NY
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| Lookin’for somethin’to wear
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| I don’t be carin’what you say
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| I’m hypnotized for your mind
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| I state it fly
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| Sippin’wine
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| Wit my 6's behind
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| Call up Chris
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| I’m in crystal
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| What you got for me baby
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| Me and Paul comin’over
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| Range Rover we’re reelin'
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| X-O through the door
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| Cause we got plenty more
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| We be the one with the flow
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| Hurtn’all I fall
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| Triggas bleed the same blood
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| We killin’each other for colors and lovers and others
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| We can talk a long time
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| Smoke a blunt and touch faces
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| rull laces, talk, pimp, and no slippin’and take it To upper places
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| Like do you have a strong mind
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| What’s your purpose in life
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| Begin it to end in my potion, I’m steady coastin'
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| Bustas look me in my eye
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| Turn around and throw crosses
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| Talkin’shit, your jealous bustas come and go like my (??)
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| Toss and turn, and burn and yurnin’for freedom in my sleep
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| I’m bout’to lose my mind
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| But them angels watchin’over me Three strikes and now your gone
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| To the penetentiary
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| WOrd is born, they won’t capture me
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| I’m on a mission, I’m wishin'
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| Up on a star
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| Workin’on a meal ticket
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| While I’m eatin’caviar
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| I lie please
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| Bless my soul on my journey through hell
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| I know my bothers my keeper
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| My brother got a street sweeper
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| We gonna blast these devils
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| I know you comin’to get me But when I die, I’m takin’six of ya’ll wit me Killuminati
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| I got my soldiers
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| And I’m ready for war
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| Check mate, rockafella
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| Now they jumpin’in the door |