| We gon' do it like this, do it like this, word
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| Check it out yo, yo, yo
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| Through difficult times, lots of unexpected
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| My pops disapproves 'cause I wanna make records
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| But check it, my home life for second, I feel neglected
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| I bounce the first chance I get, I stop to think a second
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| I wreck it, damn I’m gonna need a place to sleep
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| No major cream
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| I call up the God Supreme
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| I analyze, I’m plannin' up a strategy
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| Fuck a fantasy, I’m dealin' with reality
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| Mentality that’s wilder than the average cat
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| I snatch a cream and sell a nigga’s candle wax
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| I hit the tracks, I hold cycle with my brothers
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| All is understood, peace lies amongst each other
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| But meanwhile, I maintain to keep the same
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| I smoke a bone every now and then to ease the pain
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| But through the struggle, I know that only God remains
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| The streets is bugged
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| Seein' young soldiers pedal drugs by the pound
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| The scheme is to catch cream at a fast rate
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| Start movin' the product from state to state
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| Lay up and watch the profits inflate
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| Now you’re a big-time hustler, full-time heavyweight contender
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| But you must remember
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| That your thoughts must be cold just like December
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| Stay low key so you won’t catch a case
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| Throws comin' in from the fiends who smoke base
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| Madman clientele, see your apartment start to swell
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| The last thing on your mind is a jail cell
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| You’re blind, all you see is money
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| Lost in the illusion of luxury
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| It’s a shame, you’re in the game for the fame and the name
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| So spin the wheel of misfortune
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| I heard with the sling that escorts ya
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| Now your life is in jeopardy
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| Because you the brothers that’s livin' in the army
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| Through difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| Lookin' for the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| Stress and pain could leave a mark on the brain
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| But one thing’s for sure black God remains
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| Keep calm and don’t expose any weak points
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| We’ll all line up and fight together
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| I say, we must all stay together as a single unit |