| Yeah
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| Make sure my shit sound tight
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| I never knew the world could be this mad
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| Only vision I had of sex was callin' me bad
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| I never knew the world could be this cold
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| Only time a nigga died he was playing a role
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| But now the niggas get their souls stole so often
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| They only did is offer gimits is awake in their coffin
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| From NY to cope it down the hole
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| She said that office offers abortions
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| Without precaution,
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| Power to the people,
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| There’s too many who wanna be Jordan
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| Too many forces thinking they could make a fortune story
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| Too many wanna be actors instead of achiveing their masters
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| At least the bachelor would know too many wanna be rappers
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| That’s just statistics they’ll be steak before he’ll pay Christ
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| Like niggas in the White House supplying white towels
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| Or Jim Crow Laws you probably missed it
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| Hard to be persistent when you tryin' to fight for your existence
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| Person, mad nervous you surrender of the sturving
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| Look them in the eyes flicks makes you die
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| You know you merk 'em right there
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| Plus his hide is like right here
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| So you know that if you would fight fair
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| Then you’d have him like cry scared
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| But don’t forget to tack your heart
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| By your right hand
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| So listen loud and clear
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| You don’t wanna lose your life there
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| Don’t you show a slight tail
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| Or let 'em sight fear
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| Just let 'em dissapear in the night yeah
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| What your life is, rabbi the clack is
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| Left alone in the apartment
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| Someone’s been jobless someone make dollars
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| Shaking it topless and
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| Daddy be gone said it
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| Took off like ashes
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| Dizzy gain knowledge
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| I’m keeping it with the synapsis
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| Saying shit like that make you wish you were adopted
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| To escape the pain you joined the gang
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| And get intoxicated
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| Had no shame, nothing wrong with some Mary Jane
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| The only thing is you do with the game
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| Imagine me fed up
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| A go getter, for more cheddar
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| Pour never, no more lettuce
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| 'Cause I know no better
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| No error no steals
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| No Kirk, No Lee, no school
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| No OJ, no talent, know me
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| But if I did say act right
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| What if I pack crack white
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| With my sack tight
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| Joined the gang fight
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| They click clack tight
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| Sledding the vibe
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| With the black stripe
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| And get my friend’s the back knife
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| 'Cause that’s life
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| Nigga
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
|
| When you tryin' to be righteous
|
| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
|
| When you tryin' to be righteous
|
| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ
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| It ain’t easy living life like this
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| When you tryin' to be righteous
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| But know a nigga might just
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| Leave you lifeless for prices
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| High tech devices
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| So keep your tech down
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| Or meet your Christ |