| Now I ain’t tryna be the greatest
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| I used to hate hip-hop… yup, because the women degraded
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| But Too $hort made me laugh, like a hypocrite I played it A hypocrite I stated, though I only recited half
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| Omittin the word «bitch,"cursin I wouldn’t say it Me and dog couldn’t relate, til a bitch I dated
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| Forgive my favorite word for hers and hers alike
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| But I learnt it from a song I heard and sorta liked
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| Yeah, for the icin, glamorized drug dealin was appealin
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| But the block club kept it from in front of our buildin
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| Gangsta rap-based filmings became the buildin blocks
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| For children with leakin ceilings catchin drippins with pots
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| Coupled with compositions from Pac, Nas’s «It Was Written»
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| In the mix with my realities and feelings
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| Living conditions, religion, ignorant wisdom and artistic vision
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| I began to jot, tap the world and listen, it drop
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| My mom can’t feed me, my boyfriend beats me I have sex for money, the hood don’t love me The cops wanna kill me, this nonsense built me And I got noooo place to gooo
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| They bomb my village, they call us killers
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| Took me off they welfare, can’t afford they health care
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| My teacher won’t teach me, my master beats me And it huuurts meee soooul
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| I had a ghetto boy bop, a Jay-Z boycott
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| 'Cause he said that he never prayed to God, he prayed to Gotti
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| I’m thinkin godly, God guard me from the ungodly
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| But by my 30th watchin of «Streets is Watchin»
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| I was back to givin props again and that was botherin
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| By this uncomfortable as a untouchable touchin you
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| The theme songs that niggas hustle to seem wrong but these songs was comin true
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| And it was all becoming cool
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| I found a condom on the ground that Johns would cum into and thought
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| What constitutes a prostitute is the pursuit of profit then they drop it The homie in a suit pat her on the butt, then rock it It seems I was seein the same scene adopted
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| Prevalent in different things with the witnesses indifferent to stop it They said don’t knock it, mind ya business
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| His business isn’t mine and that nigga pimpin got it They took my daughter, we ain’t got no water
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| I can’t get hired, they cross on fire
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| We all got suspended, I just got sentenced
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| So I got noooo place to gooo
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| They threw down my gang sign, I ain’t got no hang time
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| They talk about my sneakers, poisoned our leader
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| My father ain’t seen me, turn off my TV
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| 'Cause it huuurts meee soooul
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| So through the Grim Reaper sickle sharpening
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| Macintosh marketing
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| Oil field augering
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| Brazilian adolescent disarmament
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| Israeli occupation
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| Islamic martyrdom, precise
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| Yeah, laser guided targeting
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| Oil for food, water, and terrorist organization harborin
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| Sand camouflage army men
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| CCF sponsorin, world conquerin, telephone monitorin
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| Louis Vuitton modelin, pornographic actress honorin
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| String theory ponderin, bullimic vomitin
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| Catholic priest fondlin, pre-emptive bombin and Osama and no bombin them
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| They breakin in my car again, deforestation and overloggin and
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| Hennessy and Hypnotic swallowin, hydroponic coughin and
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| All the world’s ills, sittin on chrome 24-inch wheels, like that
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| They say I’m infected, this is why I injected
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| I had it aborted, we got deported
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| My laptop got spyware, they say that I can’t lie here
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| But I got noooo place to gooo
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| I can’t stop eatin, my best friend’s leavin
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| My pastor touched me, I love this country
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| I lost my earpiece, I hope y’all hear me
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| 'Cause it huuurts meee soooul |