| As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement
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| And a breeze turn to blazes
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| I’m a tell these niggas: «motherfuck the world»
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| On the real, nigga feel this
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| Punch a hole in his system like I got a steel fist
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| I don’t trust a soul nigga, so I ride alone
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| And I’ve been paranoid ever since I got a phone
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| Yeah, better roll or get rolled over
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| You too cool nigga? |
| You could get the cold shoulder
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| I’m from the city where the skinny niggas die
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| Ride, I survived and I made it out alive
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| And they wonder why my face look blank
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck about what they say or think
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| Uh, nigga you see me with that face wall paint
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| Come on, pick your poison in the spray of a shake
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| Militant minded, the way Gudda think
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| You could meet the devil, better pray for the saints
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| Militant minded, the way Gudda think
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| Nigga you could meet the devil…
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| One day this world gon' turn to ashes
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| So where’s my matches? |
| Where’s my matches?
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| I blow the flame out, the world is dark now
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| And everybody need their spark now
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| And I’m like: «Where's my matches? |
| Where’s my matches? |
| «Put the whole world in a casket
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| And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes
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| Turn to ashes, turn to ashes
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| As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement
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| And a breeze turn to blazes
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| Starin' at the world through my rear view
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| Gotta stay high just so I can keep a clear view
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| Tryna do right, but I’m swervin' in the left lane
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| Tryna stay out of that black hole, watch my step man
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| They say money is the root of all evil
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| And we love it, so I guess me and you are all equal
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| Shit ain’t been the same since Hurricane Katrina
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| Ike and Rita, what happened with the FEMA?
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| Government officials not keeping it official
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| Like a ref with no whistle, so I’m tackling the issues
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| And they wonder why we act the way we act
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| Murder, murder, steal, steal, and sell crack to get stacks, but…
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| Where’s my matches? |
| Where’s my matches?
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| Put the whole world in a casket
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| And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes
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| Turn to ashes
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| One day this world gon' turn to ashes
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| And I’m a just sit back laughing
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| And when I tried to kick that habit
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| Man I was like: «Where's my matches? |
| Where’s my matches? |
| «This whole world is aware of my actions
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| But they ain’t that bad compared to taxes
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| Ashes, all I see is ashes
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| As the world burns
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| I’m a young arsonist on my late night Johnny Carson shit
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| I ain’t never gave a fuck about the world
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| Cause they don’t give a fuck about me, or my girl
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| Or my mama, in the midst of the drama, ya digg?
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| They try to pull you all the way back to get ahead of you
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| Then Internal Revenue gon' come for your revenue
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| Sayin' that you owe 33% of what you make
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| When the world die, I’m a be rejoicing at the wake
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| As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement
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| And I’m like: «Where's my matches? |
| Where’s my matches? |
| «Put the whole world in a casket
|
| And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes
|
| Turn to ashes, turn to ashes
|
| One day this world gon' turn to ashes
|
| So where’s my matches? |
| Where’s my matches?
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| I blow the flame out, the world is dark now
|
| And everybody need their spark now
|
| And I’m like: «Where's my matches? |
| Where’s my matches? |
| «Put the whole world in a casket
|
| And I’m gon' watch this world just burn to ashes
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| Turn to ashes, turn to ashes
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| As I watch the trees fall down to the pavement |