| Uh, you make a lot of mistakes in life
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| Those same mistakes keep callin us back, pullin us in
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| What the fuck’s wrong with niggas?
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| Never again
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| Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart
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| Never again
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| It keeps callin, it keeps callin, it keeps callin
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| Never again
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| Would I run down a road so dark, hoped to die, cross my heart
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| Never again
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| Never again
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| Will I look a nigga dead in his eyes and know he’s dead wrong
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| And don’t leave him dead where he lies, it’s a fucked up world we live in
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| I’m tired of feelin the pain but ain’t fightin the feelin
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| Niggas can you feel me?
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| Cause in this world I’m alone, and trapped inside this body that’s out of
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| control
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| I’m hittin these streets daily
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| Know when I got babies to feed rarely seein 'em rarely
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| This game inhaled me, and like Christ on the slate, nailed me
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| God, please don’t fail me
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| But it’s crazy to ask upon the Lord for help
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| When I got guns to bust and drugs to sell
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| I see you in hell, muthafuckas, I ain’t bitter
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| Cause I know snakes and snitches get it where they slither
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| My niggas, doin life in the pen
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| This gotta be what y’all thinkin, shit
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| Will I make you cry baby
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| You know I lie, you can see it in my eyes baby
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| But the truth is when a woman’s fed up
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| There ain’t a damn thing you can do about love
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| What about us?
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| Why must our lawyers discuss
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| Who gets the kids, who gets the cribs and how we should both live
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| When I love ya, when we apart all I do is think of ya
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| But you think I’m fuckin everything that’s walkin
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| Either skirt or the thong
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| It don’t matter, cause in your eyes I’m dog-fuckin 'em all
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| I got a woman that’s gone and a passion for bitches
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| If you lose one the other becomes your religious
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| So what am I to do but get the wind behind me
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| Ground beneath me, make it hard for hoes to reach me
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| Cause the Rule ain’t easy
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| Babe, unless you’re freakin please believe
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| Will I think these niggas friends and they foes
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| Cause in this rap game, you never know, just let it go
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| If my pain is love, my brain’s on drugs
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| And may all my hoes thug on
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| And keep these punk niggas paralyzed, from the waist down
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| I got 'em face down is the equivalent of where I’m at now
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| Over the top of y’all niggas
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| Just a little quicker and smarter
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| Enhancin the game makin it harder
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| For niggas that freeze again like Braxton
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| I be hittin niggas with thrillers like Mike Jackson
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| I’m a problem
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| Number one with a bullet, I keep it up in my gun
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| It’s hollow so when I pull it it numbs
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| Your whole body
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| Give it or take a few seconds
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| You’ll probably, be the same nigga to dick ride me
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| Never again would I close my eyes
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| And walk through the dark backwards blind
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| Never again
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| (Chorus to fade) |