| Yo he was bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| He was bound to dig his grave
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| You pushed up daisy’s more than once in your life
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| You might as well meow because you played your nine lives
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| So here’s a shovel
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| Dig like a digger
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| And don’t shoot your yaps cause I might pull the trigger
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| I seen it happen to a brother who was rappin'
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| Frontin' real fat, and kept a crowd clappin'
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| But now he’s loose, lost all his juice
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| Once a big star now his necks in a noose
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| He couldn’t hack it
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| The fame and the glory
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| He popped a lot of shit, but that’s another story
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| I mean he blew up, there wasn’t nothin' he couldn’t do
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| The only problem now is that his head blew up too
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| Once platinum and now he can’t sell a tune
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| I wonder how it feels to have your life go «Kaboom»
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| Reminiscin' how it was back in the days
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| Before the front
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| When his records got airplay
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| Started off hard
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| Ended up soft
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| You should of stayed street till you paid your cost
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| My record company can kiss
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| My manager can lick
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| And my boys… can get my dilznick
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| Now that’s the attitude you love and you live by
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| You used to eat steaks now you’re beggin' for a french fry
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| You didn’t know but I already figured
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| That one day someday
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to dig his grave
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Yo, he was bound to dig his grave
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| You’re Mr. Grave Digga, your mind is like a shovel
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| Every time I turn around it’s diggin' you deeper into trouble
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| I don’t understand some of the stuff that you do kid
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| Tryin' to get yours, makin' moves that are stupid
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| You see life is like one big comedian
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| Who’s tryin' to make you laugh but you still don’t know the half
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| Everyday, all day, you got’s to learn the hard way
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| (You'll never play me)
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| Yeah, that’s what they all say
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| You play the tough role as if you are thorough
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| (I'm the mack baby. A king like a pharaoh)
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| At least you thought you were until you met this girl that you wanted to be
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| your queen
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| Now you find out what I mean
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| You push up because you really want the lay
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| Down to one knee cause you ain’t too proud to beg
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| She kicks it back and everything goes swell
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| Next thing you know you’re in the back of a hotel
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| You’re ready to hit the skins and everything is gettin' hectic
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| So you start your tactics without a prophylactic
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| Ooooh
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| It’s too late to cry now
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| She was livin' foul, you can kiss your ass goodbye now
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| She had A.I.D.S, you ready made a blunder
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| (Down with O.P.P.!)
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| Now you’re down six feet under
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| All just because you had a girl that wanted to stick ya
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| Give this man a shovel, make way for the grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to dig his grave
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Bound to be a grave digga
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| Yo, he was bound to dig his grave
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| I take walks through my underground graveyard
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| Jumpin' over tombstones of those who are hard
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| You picked your casket by givin' out ass kicks
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| To those who didn’t know about my ghetto tactics
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| You stuck and robbed, cause that’s the way you live
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| And once in a shootout you caught a little kid
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| Look out my window saw you pimpin' through my area
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| Real hard
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| And makin' people scared of ya
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| But there was one who was simply not havin' it
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| Pulled out a shank and cold started stabbin' ya
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| And now you wanna change the way you were livin'
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| Shoulda, coulda, woulda
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| But ya didn’t
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| Think about how many lives could be saved
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| If people would behave instead dig their own graves
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| I try to sit you down, listen child, let me tell you now
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| But you’re livin' foul
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| That’s why you’re where you’re at now
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| So there you have it
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| You’re just another name
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| In the Ain’t-That-A-Shame Grave Digga Hall Of Fame
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| One day you’re rich, next you’re beggin' for a quarter
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| Don’t you know your mouth gets you in hot water?
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| There’s one thing that I have to say to you
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| Watch what you say don’t watch what you do
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| Cause if you don’t then you’ll be just like the next nigga
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| (How you livin' huh?)
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| Like a grave digga |