| The game on freeze
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| But I be trapping in and out it
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| You gotta believe
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| That there ain’t no other way
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| Around it
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| I can’t sleep
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| But pray to God
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| That he find me
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| The shit won’t cease
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| They say they found another body
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| In the streets of BR
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| It’s the hardest way of living
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| The good die young
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| And the others go to prison
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| In the streets of BR
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| Listen close and pay attention
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| The Church ain’t safe
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| So I ain’t looking for religion
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| In the streets of BR
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| Gripping this Mac 10
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| Work for my workers
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| Helicopter circling prostitutes I be servin' em
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| Prosecuting Attorney want me dead
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| It ain’t like I ever did em shit
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| But kept my family fed — I bled
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| Police pulled me over
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| But I fled
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| Ain’t no catching Gates
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| I’m working with a set of legs
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| I stand still
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| I try to give you examples
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| Of how this man feel
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| If I don’t catch you and kill you
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| This other man will
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| I got that tan still
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| Peanut butter ground ill
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| Let me catch your hand
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| In my can
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| Here come the blam — ill
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| You steal a wallet or a purse
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| To satisfy the hunger
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| Of your pockets
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| Till they burst — it’s worse
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| My partner’s sister youngin
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| Like to flirt
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| An older nigga raped her
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| I could never know the hurt
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| It hurts
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| It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
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| It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
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| The game on freeze
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| But I be trapping in and out it
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| You gotta believe
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| That there ain’t no other way
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| Around it
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| I can’t sleep
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| But pray to God
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| That he find me
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| The shit won’t cease
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| They say they found another body
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| In the streets of BR
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| It’s the hardest way of living
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| The good die young
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| And the others go to prison
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| In the streets of BR
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| Listen close and pay attention
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| The Church ain’t safe
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| So I ain’t looking for religion
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| In the streets of BR
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| I grip boulders to pitch
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| To the real smokers
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| And buy stolen goods
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| From all of the deal holders
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| Food stamp card
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| Most of my meals' frozen
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| Most of us deal dope
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| And all of us still tote it
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| Whoa hop out of the truck
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| With the chopper
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| Make us spray rounds
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| Lay down
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| This is not a playground
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| Ya heard me
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| Kay sounds
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| Tell him I’m on my way 'round
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| Ya heard me
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| I’m in all black
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| With the black mask and gloves
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| Double strap the tac
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| Go rrrr-at backin' 'em up
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| Line myself shells
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| Hell is where ya findin' em
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| Mine are to the streets
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| From the television monitor
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| First rule of the game
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| No trust no love
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| If I could just remember
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| That touch I’d sing something
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| Passed by rocking that Gates
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| They mean mugging
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| You niggas don’t exist in the game
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| You mean nothin'
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| You niggas don’t exist in the game
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| You mean nothin'
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| The game on freeze
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| But I be trapping in and out it
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| You gotta believe
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| That there ain’t no other way
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| Around it
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| I can’t sleep
|
| But pray to God
|
| That he find me
|
| The shit won’t cease
|
| They say they found another body
|
| In the streets of BR
|
| It’s the hardest way of living
|
| The good die young
|
| And the others go to prison
|
| In the streets of BR
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| Listen close and pay attention
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| The Church ain’t safe
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| So I ain’t looking for religion
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| In the streets of BR
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| Get away to a place
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| Where I’m good
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| Its raw women with AIDS
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| And they stay in my hood
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| To all niggas with braids
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| Got blazed where I stood
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| Small nigga with waves
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| Says Gates, it’s all good
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| I do this cuz I love you
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| Consider it on a muscle
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| You had gave me the game
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| When I didn’t have a penny
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| You was the one who came
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| When them other niggas didn’t
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| Money over bitches
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| Anybody could get it
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| Hospital or ditches
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| Bicycles or fences
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| Layin low with intentions
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| Of coming out up out the trenches surrender
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| Can’t see it or witness
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| Can’t be it I see it
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| At the same time
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| But I can’t speak it
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| Nightmares from the night air
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| Stares and a groan slight
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| Glare from the right flare
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| Tears in the bone
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| Two bottles few models
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| Pair of patron
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| And the drum roll sound
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| Like snares when its on
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| The game on freeze
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| But I be trapping in and out it
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| You gotta believe
|
| That there ain’t no other way
|
| Around it
|
| I can’t sleep
|
| But pray to God
|
| That he find me
|
| The shit won’t cease
|
| They say they found another body
|
| In the streets of BR
|
| It’s the hardest way of living
|
| The good die young
|
| And the others go to prison
|
| In the streets of BR
|
| Listen close and pay attention
|
| The Church ain’t safe
|
| So I ain’t looking for religion
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| In the streets of BR |