| Came in this world with a loaded gun dead in my mouth
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| I stuck my hand off in some shit that I couldn’t wash off
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| I need a brother, not a nigga, cuz a nigga be fraud
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| I be strivin tryin to make these haters give me my card
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| I never cried over no bullshit, you weak if you do Cuz it’s always somebody that strugglin harder than you
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| See back in 92, I would of laughed like it was a joke
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| If you would of told me that by 99 I’d still be broke
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| But being broke has kept me motivated, able to strive
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| I witness mutha fuckers dying around me tryin to survive
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| Brain stormin when I’m pissed off, dial switched in the rhyme
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| Infinite levels of deepness cuz I’m rich in the mind
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| These snakes fucked up my last tape but still it was good
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| But those bitches better not ever step one foot in my hood
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| I ain’t ashame to say it’s hatred, so envision the blood
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| I can’t wait to see you mutha fuckers drownin in blood
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| I can’t wait to see you hoes drownin in blood
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood
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| Leavin all my foes face down in the mud
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood
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| (Verse Two)
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| Foo’s live life defiant, claimin they computers are Y2K compliant
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| Shit, picture darkness like power lines cut down
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| Startin a famine, cuz America is shut down
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| Mutha fuckers runnin wild, killin for a taste
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| So called technology, ineffective, millions go to waste
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| Yo, benjamins ain’t jack, you work years to get 'em
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| Now they worthless, you can even take a shit and wipe your ass wit 'em
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| Some say my life is like Jekel and Hyde
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| I’m cool in the world but on my tape it’s straight homicide
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| It’s like a war, deep inside the mind where murders are fast
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| I’m like an aggravated hurricane inside of a glass
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| But when I overcome this world, well I’ll still need help
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| Cuz when I beat them hoes I’ll still have to fight for myself
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| I ain’t ashame to say it’s hatred, so envision the blood
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| I can’t wait to see you mutha fuckers drownin in blood
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| I can’t wait to see you hoes drownin in blood
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood
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| Leavin all my foes face down in the mud
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood
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| (Verse Three)
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| 10 times 10 equals 100 ways to peel 'em
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| I listen to these rappers but I still don’t feel 'em
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| Jockin cars, rims, and jewelery all on your hand
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| Ignant ass mutha fuckers need to rap about buying some land
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| Something to build on, something thats true
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| Something to live on, that shit you buying is livin on you
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| You gotta tight ride, you ain’t in the roam
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| But your kids don’t want to live up in no car when you gone
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| You need a legacy, a foundation, something thats clear
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| So a hundred years from now, people will know you was here
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| I heard your album, it was jammin, but your words lack powers
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| You need to think beyond the hood because the world is ours
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| Raise your mind level, how much shit can one foo smoke up The planet got broke up when the sleepin giant woke up If you hate me, I hate you, I got love if you down
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| I hope we all can touch a billion so them haters can drown
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| I can’t wait to see you hoes drownin in blood
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood
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| Leavin all my foes face down in the mud
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| Drownin in blood, drownin in blood |