| Life goes on
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| And on
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| OoOOoo
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| Day-o
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| Life goes ooon
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| And on
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| Day-o
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| OoOOoo
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| It’s a restless thrill
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| Sortin' through life, lives
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| Hold my breath until the evil all dies
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| And chase skies
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| And when I talk to ya
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| Imm’a look in your eyes
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| And blow bomb chronic smoke in yo face like
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| Surprise
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| Cuz this right here could very well be
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| The last time that you ever ever hear from me
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| But if the beat don’t stop
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| And we partyin' past three
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| Remember live long love
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| Love life and be free
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| Cuz when fights break out
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| Girls scream and dust settles
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| I’m just another tetta make room
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| I’m from out the ghetto
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| Surrounded by turntables drums guitar stettos
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| Microphones dance mixes CQ’s and peak levels
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| Angels, Devils, Copycats and Hypocrits
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| Jackasses Know-it-alls Road Dogs and Dipshits
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| Rough Riders, bitches that claim they all different
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| All of this is while i’m gettin lifted
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| Spend life just to spell life
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| Mackaban all in the road
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| Some look for silver and gold
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| While others just need someone to hold
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| And this love for life
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| Of good and bad
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| Tryin' to free their soul
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| Up up up up and away we go
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| Yo
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| With all the ballas bein heard these days
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| Who needs bitches
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| Troopers beatin stress
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| Like limbs on bree britches
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| See i personify, call winds, and tree switches
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| And verbally be the message
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| Like Jesus with three fishes
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| The scene switches when people be not feelin' me
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| Faced with hostility
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| Bottles and rocks threw at me
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| Even in auxillary mode
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| The truth’ll be told
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| Two pieca gold
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| Bringing it in from the old
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| I’m true to my soldiers
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| My obstacles
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| Meltin like posicles
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| Let these imposters know we do the impossible
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| I been on top
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| Makin your trunk knock
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| Like funk doc
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| Can make it, hip hop and punk rock
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| In one shot
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| I’m just another rapper alive
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| Survivin tour bus crashes
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| With drivers who couldn’t drive
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| Kanivers who wouldn’t strive
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| May blessed with strong speech
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| My songs teach
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| Broadcasted live from Long Beach
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| I’m just a tippa i been wonderin
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| Want to go on in the island
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| I’m in a situation may not know what to say
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| Its all like nos and then my top old religion
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| And i kill and im gonna miss her each every day
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| Well them burly jerks just
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| Killin babies
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| Beer Banules
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| In out the pages
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| It’s like we goin to the different stages
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| A different stages and phases
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| We call the wonders of the world
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| Jah create them all for us to see
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| Good bad difference and the
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| Ugly
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| Life goes on
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| And on
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| OoOOoo
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| Day-o
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| And there’s no limit
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| No limit with the music
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| Reading rhyme and reason
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| You can get with it |