| Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
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| Screamin' «dollar and a dream» with my closet lookin' broke
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| And my nigga’s lookin' clean, gettin' caught up with that dope
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| Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
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| Nigga I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
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| Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
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| Flashbacks to the pain, wakin' up, cold sweats
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| Six o’clock in the mornin', gotta hit the BowFlex
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| Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
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| God they love to serve a nigga three hots and a cot
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| Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
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| And the drought got me prayin' for a Carl Thom vibe
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| Summer Rain come again
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| Numb the pain 'cause it’s hard for a felon
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| In my mind I been cryin', know it’s wrong but I’m sellin'
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| Eyes wellin' up with tears
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| Thinkin' 'bout my niggas dead in the dirt
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| Immortalized on this shirt
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Forward with the plot
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| One-Seven-Forty-Five
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| Form at the plot
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Real niggas don’t lie
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| Form in the plot
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| My niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
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| Have you ever seen a nigga that was black on the moon?
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| Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
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| Have you ever seen a motherfuckin' ribbon in the sky?
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| Nope, all I see is that C.R.E.A.M nigga, that green
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| I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
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| And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
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| I’m the type of nigga make the whole fuckin' trap lean
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| Kingpin nigga, put wings on a crack fiend
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| If they want a nigga, they gon' have to send a SWAT team
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| And I’m goin' out like Scarface in his last scene
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| A legend, what that mean—?
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Forward with the plot
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| One-Seven-Forty-Five
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| Form at the plot
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Hood niggas don’t lie
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| Form in the plot
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| My niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Form on the block
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| Real niggas don’t die
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| To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
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| 'Cause you wanna change the world, but while alive you never will
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| 'Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
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| And now I’m caught between bein' heard and gettin' old
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| Damn, death creepin' in my thoughts lately
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| My one wish in this bitch, «Make it quick if the Lord take me»
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| I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
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| And so I hustle like my niggas in Virgini-A
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| They tellin' niggas, «sell dope, rap or go to NBA»
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| In that order, it’s that sort of thinkin'
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| That been keepin' niggas chained at the bottom and hanged
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| The strangest fruit that you ever seen, ripe with pain, listen… |