| You know sometimes life is a trip
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| It can make you do mysterious thangs
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| And sometimes life is a bitch
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| How do you deal with the pain?
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| Niggas rather smile in my face
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| Stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
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| Than to see my family doin' well
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| And my pockets steady gettin' fat
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| Since the age of 14 you know
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| I been representin' my neighborhood
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| G’d up every goddamned day
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| Puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood
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| And I ain’t asked nobody for shit
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| Ain’t nobody had to front me no sack
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| Everything I got I did it by myself
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| And that’s a mothafuckin' fact
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| But why when I’m doin my own thang
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| And why when I’m on my own grind
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| Niggas wanna turn they back
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| And act like Squeak done switched sides
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| And even though I got niggas that I love
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| And niggas that I know is real
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| I still got them niggas that I wanna
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| Take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill
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| But have you ever been down wit the homies
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| Because you thought the homies was true?
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| Or have you ever been down wit the homies
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| And found out the homies ain’t down with you?
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| Huh, player haters suck my dick! |