| Peace — what’s happenin' rookie?
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| It’s been a while since I’ve been gone — I’m tryin to fall in
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| Ain’t nothin' new, shit, I keep it mannish
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| It’s different now then when I was out — let’s examine
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| What’s happenin' junior? |
| What’s goin' down?
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| How the women actin'? |
| Heard you was crushin' em in the town
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| Look good don’t they — hell yeah, you shoulda saw
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| The ones last week at the mall — hella raw
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| And all trying to come up — like video queens
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| So fine they make some of us do the stupidest things
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| But be careful though, you’ll get caught up — know what you doin'
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| Fuck around and be a teenage pop — and life is ruined
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| How ya mama doin'? |
| She cool? |
| Is that right?
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| Seen ya sister last week at the bank — lookin' tight
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| Keep your eyes on her — cause niggas, nowadays
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| Always looking for some new ones to train — so many wayz
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| And I’m amazed — but not amused as such
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| We all brothers but some of us getting caught in the clutch
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| Another, day go by, another, day’s the same
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| Another, day of stife, I say a, prayer for change
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| But I can’t complain, and if I did so what?
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| The best we can do is try to find the truth and come up
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| I’m still bangin' on these tracks still keep hope for us
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| Yeah I’m back, still rough on wax and still bustin'
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| (Chorus)
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| Everybody gotta do they own thang
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| Seem the whole world goin' insane
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| Before we see sun it’ll be rain
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| Lay low, lay low, lay low
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| Everybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work it out in the end
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| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know
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| (Paris)
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| What’s on ya mind? |
| What, ya homie died?
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| Over what, some bull shit? |
| Is that right
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| I known him since back in the days — we was tight
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| Used to date his older sister back in late '85
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| I just wonder why? |
| This shit don’t make no sense
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| How many gotta die before these niggas convinced
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| Death is final every day for my people I’m prayin
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| Seen so many lose our futures fucked around by the game
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| A motherfuckin' shame… Another life is ruined
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| Know you wanna ride but gunnin for them niggas is useless
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| See we all confused, damn — but everything is a test
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| Don’t let ego and emotions be the reason you slip
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| Cause though ya boys might all, fall for doin' wrong
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| Friends drop like drawers, nobody mobbin' like the law
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| And we don’t need no more in the pen or at war
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| It’s open season every brotha on the street is a target — believe
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| (Chrous)
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| Everybody gotta do they own thang
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| Seem the whole world goin' insane
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| Before we see sun it’ll be rain
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| Lay low, lay low, lay low
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| Everybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work it out in the end
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| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know
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| (Paris)
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| Now even though I’m anti-pop, I still rise
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| And though it seem it ain’t gon' stop — I still rise
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| Above this bullshit hip-hop — I still rise
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| Supply — wise words disguised in rhyme verse
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| I curse — what these niggas is sayin' ain’t nothin' real
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| Just fairy tales of pimpin' these sistas and making mail
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| I see em pose, see the bitchy roles they play
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| See these videos is shitty — see the way we portrayed
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| See these sellin’out acts that’s sellin' out rap
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| Bleed wanna be macks with powerhouse tracks
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| Redefine black manhood — defy the lie we rise up
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| Fuck this bullshit — survival or die
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| See em thuggin' niggas muggin with that criminal pout
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| See em frown in every photo — see that shit in they mouth
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| See em tatted lookin' battered chasin' pussy and weed
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| They making hookers outtas queens — every video feed
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| I see these labels sit back, push this shit like crack
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| Every record every act has gotcha thinkin' it’s black
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| To act a fool chasin' pussy like it’s hard to get
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| I see these crackas think it’s cool bein' niggas for chips
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| I split jiggabo chins, analyze these trends
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| If it’s down to me and them I’m sendin' flowers to kin
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| Ain’t nothin' easy in this world — struggle makes the man
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| Don’t let these motherfuckas do you — understand the plan
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| and believe
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| (Chorus x2)
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| Everybody gotta do they own thang
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| Seem the whole world goin? |
| insane
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| Before we see sun it’ll be rain
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| Lay low, we lay low, lay low
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| Everybody tryin' to maintain
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| Brothers gonna work it out in the end
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| 'Till we get peace it’ll be pain
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| And they know, they know, they know |