| Uh yeah yeah, shit is crazy yo, I feel you though nigga
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| Who woulda ever thought, same niggas, it’d be them same niggas
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| You are the same nigga though
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| Same nigga that couldn’t get the deal
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| Now I’m the hottest nigga wit a deal, you ain’t changed a bit
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| Yo niggas never got nothin' good to say quick to blame
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| 'Fore you judge me feel my pain
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| You know it ain’t a vest in the world that could shield my reign
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| You ain’t got money for the gas bitch, get out the range
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| Got welcomed to the game wit' like 4 mil' and change
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| Nigga’s feelin' like I changed but I’m feelin' the same
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| So who cares if they beg to differ
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| When all them niggas that beg to differ is coke-heads and sniffers
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| Take me for example, least I made it
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| You think niggas in the hood should appreciate it
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| By time it’s happy birthday, it’s gon' be belated
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| When you me, everything you do get exaggerated
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| You miss a nigga pound they gon' say you flipped out
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| Take a piss in the street they say, you pulled your dick out
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| As a youth it’s just a lot of shit, I wanna live out
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| Got alot of friends but only had a few when I was without
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| Same niggas I was starvin', couldn’t get a crumb from
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| Sometimes I think, where all these mother fuckers come from
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| I needed money for school, couldn’t get no ones from
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| Got jumped in the park and couldn’t get the guns from
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| Instead of rollin' wit a clique, roll wit my sis
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| Hell no, these motherfuckers can’t hold my stick
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| You think, I care if they get mad? |
| I don’t owe them shit
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| Wanna hold sumthin' hold my dick, nigga
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| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
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| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
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| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
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| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas
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| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
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| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed
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| Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas
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| Them same niggas, that’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas
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| I got a brotha named Ant, right? |
| Glad to be home
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| Been through a lot of shit so I’m glad to be grown
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| But yo', where were these freaks when I had no jeeps
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| Livin' on 34th Street and we ain’t have no heat
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| 'Cross from P. S. 92, 7th and 8th
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| Asked you for dough and you said «No», dead in my face
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| But now that I’m on, it’s like I owe everybody somethin'
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| All my niggas dead so everybody frontin'
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| Same kid’s went to Catholic school is dealers
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| And same niggas had no heart is now killers
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| I reminisce on what I said in the mist
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| But even when I dream, it wasn’t better than this
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| But actually, the niggas who would scrap for me
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| Or go as far as gettin' guns and clap for me
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| Ain’t even here to get a platinum plaque for me
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| I talk to them but they don’t talk back to me
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| I ain’t know you that long so ain’t much I can ask of you
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| And when I reminisce, I can’t take it back wit' you
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| I can’t ask «Yo' what happen to my nigga Black or Q?»
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| So I don’t really need to rap wit you, ya know?
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| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
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| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
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| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
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| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas
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| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
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| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed
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| Them same niggas, them same niggas, them same niggas
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| Them same niggas, that’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas
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| Yo', I figured if we all out, it’s all right
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| As long as when we all brawl we all fight
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| I’m under niggas hoses like roses
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| Here I am, M A dolla-sign E nigga, fear no man
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| Nigga hit me in the mouth and we bound to fight
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| Just call my bluff and it be on tonight
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| I got words of a madman tattooed on my arm
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| Ain’t fuckin' wit my sister 'cuz I’m mad at my mom
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| Blink sayin', «That ain’t you wit a gat in your palm»
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| But Blink, it’s either that or be harmed
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| So the doctor give me pills for the wound, stitch my flesh
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| Give a nigga last wish so he could pick his death
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| So my sister wanna rap and I wish her the best
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| But I would never wanna wish her my stress
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| 'Cause it’s like when I hurt, y’all laugh
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| They put me on every forecast sayin' that I bought ass |
| So I drink a tall glass before I spaz
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| Then I take it like a man and let it all pass
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| I wanted big bucks, no whammys, understand me
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| I show niggas love and niggas underhand me
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| Then they wonder why I want no family
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| What I need a hooker for, gettin' head from
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| And I fear when new year’s come, 'cuz it might be the year
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| A good nigga die 'cuz when you good life ain’t fair
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| Like you call on the saints but the saints don’t hear
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| You could cry to the Lord, it’s like Christ don’t hear
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| So instead of hood winkin', I give you the plain facts
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| If I never change, how I’m gon' change back, explain that
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| They sayin' Mase ain’t the same cat
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| But every time you get robbed I get ya chain back
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| Them same niggas, them same niggas
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| Them same niggas, them same niggas
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| That’s why I don’t fuck wit niggas
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| It’s crazy like that, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| You’ll be tellin' a nigga you got a deal
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| He think that that shit come with Rollies and they come wit' Benz’s
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| Come with Bentleys and houses and shit
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| They don’t need no one to work, a nigga quitin'
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| We might be from a different hood but we the same niggas
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| Don’t be thinkin' shit all good it be them same niggas
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| Same niggas get caught, blame niggas
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| Same niggas, go to court and name, niggas
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| It be them same niggas, man, regardless how you feel
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| It be the same motherfuckers that’ll get you killed |