| Yeah, I just hope that I’m alive for it
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| Sacrificed everything up under the sky for it
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| Crossed my heart to only die for it, yea
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| Feel like it’s comin', I just hope that I’m alive for it
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| Sing junior (La, la, la)
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| Sing for the world (La, la, la)
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| Sing for the people (La, la, la)
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| Yeah (La, la, la)
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| Globe trottin', me and N9na ain’t stoppin'
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| Eye poppin', stage antics for your eye sockets
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| Antibiotics are so toxic
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| I take ‘em so I can still keep the people’s head noddin'
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| This the Mister Kali Baby, how you’ve been?
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| From here to Iraq and back, that’s how we live
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| Eatin' in gas stations, fast foods, that’s how it goes
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| Months got us surpassing, every hood send the casket closed (Okay)
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| And if you missed us, we’ve been right under your nose
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| We home for Christmas, then right back on the road
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| It’s been a great blessing, a lesson of sorts
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| Baby got new shoes, put 'em in the best schools that I can afford
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| Been a long way since Travis' Ford, drivin' us back and forth
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| And I only need one reward, they see your people look poor (Okay)
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| Dip my head in the holy water, pray the Holy Father
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| Forgive me for wrongs and just let me live a ltttle bit longer
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| Yeah, I just hope that I’m alive for it
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| Sacrificed everything up under the sky for it
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| Crossed my heart to only die for it, yea
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| Feel like it’s comin', I just hope that I’m alive for it
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| Sing junior (La, la, la)
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| Yeah (La, la, la)
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| Sing for the people (La, la, la)
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| Yeah (La, la, la)
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| Scoob
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| Don’t think it’s comin' nigga, especially not the way I wanted
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| How it’s supposed to be, it’s old to me so I’m still on it
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| Ain’t no frontin' it, no stuntin' man, I came from nothin'
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| A block nigga, everything I’m worth came from hustlin'
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| This rap shit full of tricks, ain’t no ruse in it
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| Flip a switch, back to itch and I can’t lose with it
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| I dump that pow wow get them tow wow’s on my food with it
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| Play me 5 pow I go pow pow, that means you get it
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| I read these blogger sites where rocker tights been talking trife
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| They can’t feel my life and what I write when I bless a mike
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| If they ain’t feelin' what the villain spillin' fuck 'em man
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| This what I’m spillin' till my killin' and then come back again
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| Never win, never will, never end in battles
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| It’s like I’m tryna push a herd of sheep that’s really cattle
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| I’m so rattled in the saddle, it’s a bumpy ride
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| It wouldn’t matter if I died or if I stayed alive
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| Lord, please watch over and protect my cousin Chris, Father
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| God, please protect Chris
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| Heavenly Father, please take care of my baby
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| God please bless my uncle
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| Lord bless uncle Chris
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| Bless my uncle Chris
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| Thank you Heavenly Father for protecting my husband in Jesus' name, amen
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| God bless my daddy |