| Yo, it’s gettin colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes
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| Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin with mines
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| Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind
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| Gotta watch out for the one-time all the time
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| Lot of fights on the block, so I walk with my Glock
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| First head get hot, gettin shot on the spot
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| It’s a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin
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| Fuckin with my family, I get worse than Satan
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| Turnin niggas out, at a young age
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| It’s what my life story’s about, I ain’t afraid
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| Turnin in the water, gaspin' for air
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| But I’m in the air at the same time, searchin for land
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| It’s the life of a man, without no parents to call
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| Had to learn right and wrong when it’s on, fuck all y’all
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| Walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dead
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| Conversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he said
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| Think about the niggas that can’t make it to see tomorrow
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| Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead
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| Drama on the streets is what the Outlawz fed
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| And if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head
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| I was born all alone, I’mma die all alone (yeah)
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| So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general
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| I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)
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| Made a choice, from a soldier to a general
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| A boy to a man, ain’t nobody give a damn (fuck that!)
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| Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a general
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| We was raised around criminals, and played around criminals
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| The game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general
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| I walk around with the weight of the world
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| Faith in my shotty since I made it my girl (love you)
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| Oh! |
| Somebody save me please, I’ve been
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| Brought up amongst these scram blest thieves and
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| All they can show me is I fight with my muscle and (uh-huh)
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| I’d do anything for these stripes in the struggle and
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| Happiness is Hennessey, mixes, and bitches and I’m all about my riches
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| From a small time grinder to a timer am I
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| Scandalous mind is a constant reminder of the
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| Evil these men do, struggle contend you
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| Lord, what you got your boy all into
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| I must be mental, I must by psycho
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| Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle
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| That’s the price we pay to have life today
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| Will I have it any other way? |
| No Way (oh)
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| Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long one
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| I chose to wrong damn crease
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| See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home
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| But I chose the wrong, steppin out on my own
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| Intrigued by them big-league niggas with the blow
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| See my first dead man as a kid in eighty-four
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| Seen crack come and turn bums to millionaires
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| Turn and die a bitch out, oh, and now she don’t care
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| Something bought the ghetto in the Summer, make niggas tougher
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| Niggas die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlas
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| Some stuck with it, some really couldn’t fuck with it
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| Some trust the wrong, and now they gone
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| Them flowers for the dead, all the powers in my head
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| I give a fuck what them cowards said, I’m all about my bread
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| Struggle love to, huh, hustle ball to
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| From a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em through
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| I grew up, like every other kid in the ghetto
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| Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle
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| I was a freshman with no medals
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| But I earned my stripes
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| Wrong turns made me burn my life
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| Got a comment 'fore you walk soldier, follow the rules
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| Be a leader when I see you, don’t follow the crew
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| There’s only one way to live and one way to die
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| One way to fail and one way to try
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| My eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the block
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| And my thugs on the block got slugs for the cops
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| My moms loves my pops but she hurtin herself
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| Laid off, so she broke, not workin herself
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| On my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quick
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| Had to eat so I hustled, turnin my coat quick
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| I ain’t no shit, only how to be a criminal
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| But plan to expand from a soldier to a general |