| Only thing I could tell y’all, it ain’t like what you think
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| I’ll never speak on my people
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| Same thing make you laugh’ll make you cry
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| They claim that they love you then they hate you at the same time
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| It’s a shame mayne, I can’t change mayne
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| They’d rather see me on the block catch two to the brain mayne
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| I’m tryin to be here for my son to get bigger
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| And you ain’t real 'less you got a gun and droppin a nigga mayne
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| I try to change my life, I try to do right
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| But I feel like a felon on my third strike
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| Cops pull me over, try to harass me
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| I seen the R. Kelly tape but these young girls nasty mayne
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| And the ghetto is infected with AIDS
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| I’ve done seen so many young black males on the pave'
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| Died with they eyes open, leave momma’s heart broken
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| Got that dope in the hood, niggas still smokin
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| No education mayne, just inflation mayne
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| A bunch of ghetto people out here tryin to make it mayne
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| Niggas’ll test you when they know you a killer
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| My people livin for the lottery man scratch 'em and peel 'em
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| Damn
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| I pour out liquor for my niggas who done fell victim
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| Whether they behind the trigger or the shell hit 'em, listen
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| I guzzle beers for my brothers that’s missin
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| Whether they in a box or they locked in state prison nigga
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| Tattooed tears, to represent the day
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| Of the ones that caught that hot slug to the head mayne
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| This for my niggas on the block misled
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| Who think they gotta hold Glocks or cock rocks to cop bread mayne
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| Listen instead, I think I got a better plan
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| To bring you a brighter day, make you a better man
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| Switch the hustle, try to get your mind on
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| Gettin legit in the world, nigga get your grind on
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| Paper come in other ways, even though crime pays
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| Put down your 9 my nigga, use your mind today
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| And you’ll see, your paper start to multiply
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| The same thing that make you laugh, man’ll make you cry |