| 10 A.M. |
| it’s west side bitch
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| She see the glasses, so obvious
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| Run from home, after tonight we up out of here
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| Don’t go home cause they just ran me up out of there
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| All of those drunken nights then fuckin' every night
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| She run her mouth, but can’t eat right
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| Don’t read between the line and forgot how to be white
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| She smelled the line, baby you know you don’t need white
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| Now look what we did now, the cops behind us
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| Ran that red light, did you have to be mindless?
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| SMH, we all know that cocaine killed Abel
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| From the scholar letters devour this
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| She stepped into hell, cause winter got cold
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| Don’t look in her eyes, you might see straight to her soul
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| Don’t say yes to that good, cause you’ll never know
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| Cause we lost in the city where sin is no biggy
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| I’m here with open arms and I gotta
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| Here is where her heart belongs
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| Her heart belongs to me
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| Here is where her heart
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| I’m here and I won’t go
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| Without her, this is where her heart belongs
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| It should be here with me
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| Here is where her heart
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| I beg for mercy today
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| They won’t take me away
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| Take me away from you
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| Don’t know what I would do
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| Don’t let us die in vain
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| Don’t let them see our pain
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| Wash these demons away
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| Wash these demons away
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| You are all unwelcome to Sin City
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| Yet the population still increases its density
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| And that increases its intensity
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| Which increases the propensity
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| To complicate your simplicity
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| No matter your ethnicity
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| All for the sake of publicity, in this city
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| Huh, bad bitches with ass shots
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| Use a house as a stash spot
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| Lexus coupe with the rag-top
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| I’m in the loop, warm tie like a ascot
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| I used to run with the have-nots
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| Kept the ave hot just so we could have knots
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| A lot of niggas see they dreams in a glass pot
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| Until the judge throw you in that box and watch your ass rot
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| We broke all the commandments
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| Authentic, I’m hand-stitched
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| Come spend a day in my Hamlet
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| My city lost, some say it’s Atlantis
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| I went to Cannes with a tan bitch, Francis
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| She rode the broom on the beach, that’s a sand witch
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| So I ate her like it, haters hate to like it
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| Sex, drugs, and playin' dices, those are our favorite vices
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| But this life’ll take a toll on ya
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| Well I guess you gotta pay the prices
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| I know who Christ is
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| And he never hung with the Saints it makes no sense to save the righteous
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| By the age ten, we were caged in
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| Now they raise men in the state pen
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| Fake friends, forgive 'em for they sins
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| God bless the city, amen
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| I’m here with open arms and I gotta
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| Here is where her heart belongs
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| Her heart belongs to me
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| Here is where her heart
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| I’m here and I won’t go
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| Without her, this is where her heart belongs
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| It should be here with me
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| Here is where her heart
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| And now I’m one of the residents
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| They walk with none of the repercuss', but all of the decadence
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| And all the fuckin' debauchery
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| Adult film star, somebody’s fuckin' watchin' me
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| I always feel like, I’m almost feel like
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| Cause I could feel it in the air tonight
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| I did some wrongs I wouldn’t dare to right
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| And wrote some songs I wouldn’t dare recite
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| But I am willing to share tonight
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| In the city that is as unfair as life |