| Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
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| Knahmean? |
| We just trying to stay above water
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| Feel me? |
| I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
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| They understand me, knahmsayin?
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| Shit
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| Lock into this time and lock out (always)
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| I mean ain’t nothing promised to niggas like us
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| You know?
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| Just a, another day another dollar
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| Now look what you got
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| Another hater, another plotter
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| Shit, you know the drill
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| A brother pay, a brother holla
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| Watch 'em, they creeping
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| Another raid, another copper
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| Aw man
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| Another case, another lock-up
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| What
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| Another bail, know that cake better pop up
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| Yup
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| That’s just day to day shit we go through
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| And results of the day to day shits we go through
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| Some niggas day to day pitch, they local, and
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| Some niggas day to day bricks, they coastal, and
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| Some niggas day to day snitch, they vocal
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| I don’t honor them fools
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| Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
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| I speak from the heart of the hood
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| From the boarded up apartments with wood
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| From the cracked down crack houses (yeah)
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| To the burnt up black houses
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| To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out
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| And puffing weed makes my actions switch
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| I’m at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
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| Ain’t that a bitch (man)
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| And I’m paranoid, paranoid
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| But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy
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| Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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| If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
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| And may this song play all the way
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| And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
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| This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
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| And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
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| This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
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| Look now
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| Another dead, another born
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| Vice versa
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| Another here, another gone
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| Pay attention
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| Another smile, another mourn
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| Another funeral, another baby shower going on
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| Get it, huh
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| That’s just life in the hood
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| You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
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| Huh, get it
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| I live the life of a hustler
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| No sleep all night for a hustler, buster
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| And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep sheep
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| I swear fiends will chase that high for four weeks
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| I’m still dealing with the day to day beef and
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| Stress, hunger, patience
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| The day to day basics
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| Yep, shit that we go through, you know
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| Shit
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| Look at the shit that we go through, you know
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| Niggas come home, can’t get jobs
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| Niggas getting money, acting like they can’t get robbed
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| And that don’t mix |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Me, artist - Juelz Santana. Album song What The Game's Been Missing!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп