| Time plans change and change comes with time
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| Throughout these years I learned to get down for mine
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| Had to do some crime
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| With the attitude of not givin a fuck
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| Born with no luck, refuse to stay stuck
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| I make the bucks
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| Did what I had to, I did what I could
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| My rise to the top was no surprise cos I knew dat I would
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| make it, oh, the chance I had to take it Fake it, never
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| because that nigga was too clever
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| If there ever was a motherfuckin die for his crime
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| it had to be me, the B-I-G Mike and he straight G Come sun down, come sun up, gun up for dem niggas who wanna run up wishin my colly came up short, that nigga done what?
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| Fool, you think black nigga don’t go for no losses
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| I had ta get rid of my runners so I recruited mo’horses
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| Down wit neighbourhood bouncers I made a connection in rows
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| Laid up with elbows in vogues
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| I just kick back and stack rows and hoes
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| Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Stay wiv me)
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| Just another young nigga havin thangs made (I gots ta have it)
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| Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (All my stuff here like that)
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| Just another young nigga havin thangs made
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| Times are changin, I’m livin my life in and out the dope, black!
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| Loungin here and there somethin screamin in my ear
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| Michael go back home! |
| but I ain’t really sure, black
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| I gots ta get my shit together the right way, nigga I know that
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| Comin up short, swangin by the tail-in
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| Thinkin of a masterplan, this nigga’s bailin
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| down the road and I promise not to look back
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| at what I once had, what I have now, would’ve left left when I was two,
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| black
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| Shook that, now I’m in my own realm
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| Controllin shit, kickin it, never knew life could be so damn well
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| I got mine, everything feelin lime
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| Time for a change and change comes with time
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| Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (They done)
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| Just another young nigga havin thangs made (Hmm!)
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| Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Fool!)
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| Just another young nigga havin thangs made
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| Lock another nigga up, throw away the fuckin key
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| That’s the way they punish me, motherfuck society
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| I can spend a century in a penetentiary
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| it won’t make a difference G cos ain’t nobody missin me Round and round and round we go, a diff’rent day, a diff’rent face
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| Damn I wish I could run away, I hate this motherfuckin place
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| Too many goddamn rules that’s why I quit school
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| Givin me a quickie test, I ain’t no damn fool
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| Can’t walk out my house because they always in my face
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| And if I step outta place, they wanna give me a case
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| Ain’t no difference between society and a jail house
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| Everybody’s locked up and wanna get the hell out
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| Just cos you ain’t locked down you think you got it good
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| but you better think again cos the police are checkin niggas in the
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| neighbourhood
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| beatin our ass down
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| Cos society is just like the pen so get ready for the lock-down
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| Clock now while you can, man huh
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| cos it’s all about havin thangs
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| An’I’ma get mine fool!
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| Time for a change and change changes with time
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| Loud house and chains and swangin thangs (Hmm)
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| Just another young nigga havin thangs made |