| Verse 1: noreaga
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| Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that
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| My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
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| I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
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| So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
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| Nigga pone aint home, not yet (not yet?)
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| Yo it dont matter cuz wes all on the same set
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| Me and? |
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| kick it on the here and there
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| The really head to tough but the love is there
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| My pops died on july 3rd, 98
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| So now a nigga need mad herb
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| Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
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| Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
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| And said «popi, you gotta protect ya moms
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| Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms»
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| He used to make me hit the punching bag
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| My dad, he was a boxer god
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| And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
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| He just a thug and I love him yo So ima spread that love…
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| Chorus (repeat 2x)
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| Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
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| Sometimes I want channel 8, sometimes
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| Sometimes I get drunk all God damn day
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| Sometimes I wanna go back around the way
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| Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
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| Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
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| Verse 2: musolini
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| I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
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| Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
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| Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
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| You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
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| And who know it that you go so quick
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| We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
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| My pen spittin and I show this
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| I swore an oath you would notice
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| I go to lengths with my rap strengths
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| When I think about my past friends k-rock and d-zo
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| Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
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| The pain and project glory
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| I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
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| Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
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| All my peoples street and physical
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| I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
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| Much drinkin when Im thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
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| Touched by dead guys speakin…
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| Chorus (repeat 2x)
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| Verse 3: noreaga
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| Yo from biggie smalls to killa b too
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| ?? |
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| and 2pac, yo my twin and my pops
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| Hit-hard todd and smiley, t-bone too
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| And plus, my nigga raheem, from? |
| ??
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| You know I poured out beer for fernando too
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| And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
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| Yo aint nothin changed still play ball the same
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| I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
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| But yall niggas aint here, cant believe this shit
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| Thought youd always be here, though wed always be clique!
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| But yall niggas not here no more, it aint fair no more
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| Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
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| But I maintain still holdin in the pain
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| Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
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| Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
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| I know he probably didnt realize what he had
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| Chorus (repeat 4x) |