| Imagine making it big in this rap game
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| And you think it’s all good
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| I’m here to tell you it ain’t baby
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| You got every eye in the world on you
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| You gotta understand these people fear what they don’t know
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| Imagine life with no jails or no laws
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| And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars
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| Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave
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| They just mad cause a ghetto nigga breakin bread
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| I’m on the ground cuffed up like a dog
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| Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall
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| I guess my skin too dark for them to hear me
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| I know they don’t like me, for some reason I think they fear me
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| Quit tripping on my chains and my rings
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| I want to hit em, but I didn’t cause I maintained
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| They got them FED’s on the scene and they swear I got the cream
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| And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans
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| They don’t realize I’m a soldier
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| I had 'em pissed, ask your son, I know he got a C-Murder disc
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| Number one in every record store, mom and pops
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| He tapped my phones, but you know I ain’t slangin rocks
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| Take me to jail is what I tell em, get me off the scene
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| My first call go to P, put my mind at ease
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| He told me not to trip, 'cause it’s a bigger picture
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| And if they take you put it on TRU, I’m coming and get ya
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| Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks
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| Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I’m shell shocked
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| And I wouldn’t stress it (why), cause I’m already strapped
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| Bulletproof vested
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| Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level
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| I used to sit on the porch with my Uncle Ben
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| And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, yeah, by the Melpomene
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| And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind
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| And time to time it crossed my mind
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| What if that wasn’t a crime
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| Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that’s trill to me
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| If there was no law, and nobody was superstars
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| No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn’t have to swallow
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| Your rocks, or toss your Glocks with the hollows
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| I’d kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches?
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| Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches
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| We already in Babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don
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| Nigga wooooah
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| Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die
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| Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly
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| From out my 4−5 see, I know what you mean
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| Is it life or death? |
| Imagine living life with no breath
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| My imagination’s a motherfucker when I’m full of stress
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| Too much killing, I won’t supply the world with a vest
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| But that’s impossible. |
| Killing, it’s unstoppable
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| Long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas that’s droppable
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| Real niggas imagine if the world was surrounded by real niggas
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| We won’t have a reason to kill niggas. |
| Feel niggas?
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| My pain it runs so deep I’m a share it with y’all
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| Would my own niggas try to cutthroat me while I’m tryin to ball?
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| Dog, you ain’t never seen what I seen
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| Murder scenes, packets, fuck it hurt to see moms screams
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| Picture, my nigga Reg reincarnated
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| Already imaginated us balling and dedicated |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Imagine , by - Mac. Song from the album Wrongfully Convicted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп