| Just to let you know this is recorded 9/11/2001
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| The day the World Trade Center blows up
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| Shit is real, son. |
| Shit hit home, kid, word up
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| Uh, yeah, hope you can feel this
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart
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| When I first heard the track it made me cry
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| Brought tears to my eyes and I don’t even know why
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| My life ain’t nothing but anger and pain
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| Tatoos on the back of my arm should explain
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| Blood, sweat and tears, ten years in the game
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| So many times all alone with the gat to my brain
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| It’s Me Against the World nigga, I feel the same nigga
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| I’m Ready to Die too BIG, I feel the same
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| I’m America’s nightmare — young, black and rich
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| Man, I’m paranoid, make me wanna clap my bitch
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| A hundred miles an hour, wanna rap my whip
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| Asking God «Shit, where we going after this?»
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| I’ma thug, a thug til heart be stop
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| Til they pick me off the street nigga, murdered a shot
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| My wars, my words, the only thing that I got
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| And I live by the gun and I die by the Glock
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| Sixteen shots, fuck that I’m takin' them all
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| I’d rather die on my feet then live and crawl
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| My gun got powers like the 48 Lords
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| The «Ghetto Superstar» die see my face on the wall
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| And don’t forget me
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart
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| Growin' up in Brooklyn, times was rough cuz
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| Poor as we was it couldn’t get no tougher
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| On my ave. |
| most of us was not blood
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| But as kids we shared that block love
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| But that faded, when my brother’s got arrested
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| They thugged on the block to hard, we was ejected
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| To the creator: was it you that made moms pick Queens?
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| So her baby son could race the world, when he created things?
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| Why her elders always heard the sounds of sirens?
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| Plus they ignored the divine guidance
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| Why was the time I was born 9/16?
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| Turn it upside down it’s the same thing
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| Why do I have a M-16, and the 9?
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| Will I have to go out, blazing one at a time?
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| When you took moms baby carriage, in the early stage
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| Was he too ill for this world, and you made a mistake?
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| Did he come back as me, to do something great?
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| To keep the fam strong and straight, help my brother’s escape?
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| And have baby sis and us, living on an estate
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| Do it big or die tryin', is that my fate?
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart
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| Who really cares, what the world think about me?
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| If I die right now, is you comin' with me?
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| When I’m broke, who the hell got money for me?
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| Can’t even trust half the team runnin' with me
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| I only know three people that’d kill for me
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| Break the 6th commandment, make blood spill for me
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| Life and death the only thing that’s real for me
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| Cuz I was born into the world with a guilty plea
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| Now shit hit the fan, is you ridin' with me?
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| When the whole world watchin', All Eyez on Me
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| Swear on a stack of Bibles, testify for me
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| Look the judge dead in the face and lie for me
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| If I go to prison, who gon do my time for me?
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| Start the revolution, get the chair, fry with me
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| Go out in a blaze of glory, guns to the sky with me
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| I’m all alone in this world, all I got is me
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart
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| Hope you can feel me
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| So much pain inside
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| Hope you can hear me
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| I’m cryin' through my heart |