| Yo, my thoughts
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| Circulate the Earth three-sixty degrees, the world
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| Is money-hungry, people trying to stick me for cheese, niggas
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| Don’t hesitate (now), they squeeze triggers with ease and make
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| Me meditate (how) they do these sinister deeds, criminals
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| Need a gun, slithering swine killing my people for fun
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| Shit, we’re living in the wickedest times. |
| I feel
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| The heat from the Sun, grit my teeth ‘til I bleed through my gums
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| And taste the blood drops. |
| I hate corrupt cops
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| Who load clips and bust shots in the ghetto and whatnot, so quit
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| Acting like you don’t know shit—this must stop. |
| Shorty
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| Rocks end up cuffed up or bucked up. |
| Son, this
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| World’s fucked up—tough luck, your luck’s up—plus stuck
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| Thinking the worst (I don’t care). |
| If there’s
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| A Heaven on this Earth, I know that (I ain’t there). |
| Word
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| (Life ain’t fair), but I ain’t stressing it ‘cause we could all
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| Live in peace or somebody else is gonna rest in it
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| Life ain’t fair. |
| We’re only here for a minute
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| So I want the world and everything in it. |
| If you’ve
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| Seen it before, most likely I did it
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| Fat lyrics and skills, Natural E’s coming with it (Kick it, Bridge)
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair
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| Yo, this life is like
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| A double-headed coin—flip it, see the same shit. |
| I puff an L
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| And stub it (Then what?), later get lifted off the same clip
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| It’s mad stress living up in New York City—that's why
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| When I walk to Northeast, my crew stalk with me
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| ‘Cause a few sets of eyes is better than one. |
| Either
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| You’re getting some or settle for none, so watch me shine like
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| Jewels in the sun. |
| And you the type to bust a .38
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| Special and run. |
| I be excelling for fun, I be
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| Strictly struggling, straight-up, I be just hustling
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| So I bust ‘em in the face, cover my grill when I drug ‘em, and
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| This life ain’t fair to the upmost—fuck hopes
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| I just pray niggas miss when they bust toast and keep the Dutch
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| Close to escape reality for a while. |
| «By any
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| Means» been my mentality for a while ‘cause, yo
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| Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute
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| So I want the world and everything in it. |
| If you’ve
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| Seen it before, most likely I did it
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| Fat lyrics and skills, Natural E’s coming with it (Kick it, Bridge)
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair
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| September
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| 24th, 12:03, my rib gave birth
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| To a seven-pound, six-ounce seed of the Earth. |
| Thinking
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| How hard it was for him to be born—he with no
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| Physical form, we created. |
| I kick the ancient, predated
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| Hip hop that leave the deviating criminal mind
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| Inebriated ‘til I’m abbreviated. |
| When I
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| Was young, when I couldn’t use guns, I chose the fists
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| To expose the bitch in you like ‘caine and pain—my foes will twist. |
| I used
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| To hold the clips below the click, bust nines, and felt
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| My first behind on the 7th grade lunch line, just wanted
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| To be just like the big wheels that slang krill. |
| The drug trade
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| Made things ill, left niggas scraped with stained grills, but now I
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| Got mouths to feed, so now I’m thinking at five
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| I’ll put on a wig or buy formula for my seed
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| At a quarter of a century, I hear myself mentally
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| I’ll take the world and everything in it eventually ‘cause
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| Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute
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| So I want the world and everything in it. |
| If you’ve
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| Seen it before, most likely I did it
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| Fat lyrics and skills, Natural E’s coming with it
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| Life ain’t fair, you’re only here for a minute
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| So I want the world and everything in it. |
| If you’ve
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| Seen it before, most likely I did it
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| Fat lyrics and skills, Natural E’s coming with it (Kick it, Bridge)
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| All I know is that life ain’t fair |