| First of all I wanna say is free my nigga Lil
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| And free my nigga Rick
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| They gave my nigga wheels
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| When they told me I was locked up I was in the cell
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| And just thoughts of doin' life gave a nigga chills
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| Damn, long rise to the mountains
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| I heard a nigga soul make you wanna cry fountains
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| But you can’t
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| Cause your pride won’t let you when u drownin'
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| So much pain can’t explain it or pronounce it
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| So you hold it like a soldier never foldin'
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| And daydreamin' on the day you make it home but never knowin'
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| When them crackers gon' let you free
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| Take off them chains and just let you be
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| Let you breathe, I get a deal
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| You know you get appeal
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| Hundred-thousand dolla lawyers rumblin' for real
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| So many laws lie fumbled in the field
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| Turned over to the system either that or they was killed
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| Man I dont hustle cuz I wanna shit I have to
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| I fell in love with the streets I lost my dad too
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| At a early age, man I was doin' shit to lead me to a early grave
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| Or put me in the cage
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| Cause I ain’t know that the world turns slow
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| And time flys by you fast tryna ride til you crash
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| I said I couldn’t pick a side good or bad cuz bein' bad felt good and bein'
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| good ain’t the cash
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| Runnin' in the streets got my mama goin crazy
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| Hangin' out south philly where my daddy ain’t make it
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| Shit I was only five and I was mad I couldn’t quake it
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| To catch a nigga slippin like a taurus transmission
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| Man listen, the streets that I come from black
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| A nigga take one of your’s then you come to him strapped
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| With ya gat, no rappin lay em all on the floor
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| Squeeze the trigga and let all of em off
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| See look you got the fiends on the corner
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| Lookin' like zombies
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| Crack babies in the window lookin' for they mommy
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| Youngin' he was only 19 he got hommy
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| Yesterday they left him in the streets brain soggy
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| Cause where I’m from we die young
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| Ride or pride live by the gun |