| Will we all sell drugs forever?
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| Life endeavors, the pipe’s the pleasure
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| Fight the pressure, tides just severed
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| Crack is measured, go broke then y’all back together
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| Jail or gettin' clapped, we all are trapped, however
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| How many gangsta spirits you have to deal wit in dreams
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| Wake up in screams till you finally feel it
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| Never realizin', neva feelin' vibes in
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| But still survivin'
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| Till around the corner they peel the iron
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| Eyes them, flashback when you clap gats
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| That was a payback, bad karma
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| You shoulda had ya armor, grab the llama
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| Light the ganja, spirit conjures
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| When the body goes back to the Earth
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| The soul goes back to the Universe
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| Names on plaque in tombs and the dirt
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| Fact is we all consumed by the work
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| A young soldier told me the streets is glory
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| Died before me
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| (Hook) 2x
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| On death birthday
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| Blowin' candles, wooden handles
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| Damn, he went in the worst way
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| Death birthday
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| His presence is no presents
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| Draw your weapon for protection
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| We all wear black on death birthday
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| What’s love a bullet wit ya best friends blood?
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| You see your little sister’s kid
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| Give 'em a pack of the drugs
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| What’s real, you see ya man consultin' the deal
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| You really jealous but neva really express how you feel
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| What’s heart, you see ya man gettin' killed in the park
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| You both get shot at, but you disappear in the dark
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| What’s life, it’s somethin' we all go thru
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| From the old school
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| I know them rules, I know them jewels
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| Niggas play cool but get you punked
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| Next thing they get you drunked
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| Next thing you know you in the alley slumped
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| And niggas ask you to burn
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| Turn around and pass you some sherm
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| You neva learned till that casket discerned
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| Your best friend haven’t been dead for an hour
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| And you at his baby-mom house wit some flowers
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| Rubbin' her back, tellin' her she need to relax
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| How foul is that? |
| Fingertips on her back
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| (Hook) 2x |