| I ain’t got shit to lose
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| I’m tired of paying my dues
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| And every time I turn around
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| I’m sitting, singing the blues
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| I got no place to go
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| And I can’t find no ho
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| And every time I think it’s fast
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| It always turns slow-mo
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| See, you may think it’s funny
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| But it’s all about money
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| With no dough there’s no ho
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| And no money, no honey
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| So I got to find a way to make the ultimate kill
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| Get away from it all and make the big dollar bills
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| Get my life in check
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| Maybe break some necks
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| Come back with the loot and get big respect
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| No, I’m not like the others
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| I’ll be a paid motherfucker
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| Keep my shit undercover
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| And keep away from the suckers
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| Either way you go I got two roads to choose
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| It don’t matter to me
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| Cause I ain’t got shit to lose
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| It’s like a jungle sometimes
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| It makes me wonder how I keep from going under
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| «The extermination of the Negro people» (x2)
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| Life or death
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| Fortune or fame
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| See, everything’s the same
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| Everybody wants to make a name
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| In this big old game called life
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| The only life I know is pain and strife
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| Born in the ghetto with no place to go
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| Living the life of crime’s the only life I know
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| So I take it slow
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| And go with the flow
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| Even though I know I could never grow
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| Into what society wants me to be
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| Other than a straight G named TNT
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| Solitary confinement
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| Living just like you are man
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| The ghetto might as well be a sewer, man
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| You can’t comprehend unless you’ve been where I’ve been
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| Down the yellow brick road but it’s just a dead end
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| I’ve got the ghetto blues and it’s all bad news
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| So you wouldn’t want to be in my shoes
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| Cause I ain’t got shit to lose
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| Soul is dead
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| Losing my head
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| A cardboard box has replaced my bed
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| I wish I was dead
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| But that’ll never come true
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| I’m forced to live in this hell
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| Right along with you
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| Mama said there would be days when I felt like this
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| Too many pressures of the world make me slit my wrist
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| I can’t deal with this
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| Cause my life’s a bitch
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| Seems I’m all alone
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| In this Hell called home
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| Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen
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| I just wish I had my piece of the America’s Dream
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| But America’s pie wasn’t meant for I
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| It makes no sense to try
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| Cause I was born to die
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| Who the hell am I
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| Who’s the man in the mirror
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| The scenario’s the same but the picture is no clearer
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| I see my choices
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| I hear some voices in my head
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| No matter what I choose
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| I ain’t got shit to lose |