| Alls my life, I has to fight, nigga
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| Alls my life, I...
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| Hard times like, "Yah!"
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| Bad trips like, "Yah!"
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| Nazareth
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| I'm fucked up, homie, you fucked up
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| But if God got us, then we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| We gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Huh? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Uh, and when I wake up
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| I recognize you're looking at me for the pay cut
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| But homicide be looking at you from the face down
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| What MAC-11 even boom with the bass down?
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| Schemin', and let me tell you 'bout my life
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| Painkillers only put me in the twilight
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| Where pretty pussy and Benjamin is the highlight
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| Now tell my momma I love her, but this what I like, Lord knows
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| Twenty of 'em in my Chevy, tell 'em all to come and get me
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| Reaping everything I sow, so my karma coming heavy
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| No preliminary hearings on my record
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| I'm a motherfucking gangster in silence for the record, uh
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| Tell the world I know it's too late
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| Boys and girls, I think I've gone cray
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| Drown inside my vices all day
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| Won't you please believe when I say
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| Wouldn't you know
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| We been hurt, been down before
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| Nigga, when our pride was low
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| Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?"
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| Nigga, and we hate po-po
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| Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'
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| Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door
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| My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow
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| But we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| We gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Huh? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| What you want you, a house? |
| You, a car?
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| Forty acres and a mule? |
| A piano, a guitar?
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| Anything, see my name is Lucy, I'm your dog
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| Motherfucker, you can live at the mall
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| I can see the evil, I can tell it, I know it's illegal
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| I don't think about it, I deposit every other zero
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| Thinking of my partner, put the candy, paint it on the Regal
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| Digging in my pocket, ain't a profit big enough to feed you
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| Every day my logic get another dollar just to keep you
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| In the presence of your chico... Ah!
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| I don't talk about it, be about it, every day I sequel
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| If I got it then you know you got it, Heaven, I can reach you
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| Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, Pat Dawg, my dog, that's all
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| Bick back and Chad, I trap the bag for y'all
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| I rap, I black on track so rest assured
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| My rights, my wrongs; |
| I write 'til I'm right with God
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| Wouldn't you know
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| We been hurt, been down before
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| Nigga, when our pride was low
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| Lookin' at the world like, "Where do we go?"
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| Nigga, and we hate po-po
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| Wanna kill us dead in the street fo sho'
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| Nigga, I'm at the preacher's door
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| My knees gettin' weak, and my gun might blow
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| But we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| We gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Huh? |
| We gon' be alright
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| Nigga, we gon' be alright
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| Do you hear me, do you feel me? |
| We gon' be alright
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| I keep my head up high
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| I cross my heart and hope to die
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| Lovin' me is complicated
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| Too afraid of a lot of changes
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| I'm alright, and you're a favorite
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| Dark nights in my prayers
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| I remembered you was conflicted
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| Misusing your influence, sometimes I did the same
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| Abusing my power, full of resentment
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| Resentment that turned into a deep depression
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| Found myself screamin' in the hotel room
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| I didn't wanna self-destruct
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| The evils of Lucy was all around me
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| So I went runnin' for answers |