| AYE YOU!
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| I see you riding by so fly
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| Tell me what you gon' do when you die?
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| I’m screamin' at 'em like AYE
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| AYE
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| AYE
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| AYE
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| Hook
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| AYE YOU!
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| So if you wanna know about life
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| I can point you to the one who gave me mine
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| Holla at me like AYE
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| AYE
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| AYE
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| AYE
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| AYE YOU!
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| Now lemme chop it up with’chu
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| They paint life so many ways to help you get a clear picture
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| This hot metal’ll fly out the barrell and still split you
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| You still tryna drink from a broken water pitcher
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| A cistern, grandma’s not my concern
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| But why the hood killin' folk and we still won’t learn?
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| Turn money to a god 'cause our homes are the altar
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| But it only lead to death, I suggest that we alter
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| What we put our faith in when life start to cave in
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| Then we wanna run to God like we need savin'
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| What about now? |
| Just 'cause you ain’t on your death bed
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| Don’t mean that you done found life, you already dead
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| But the cross is the defibrillator
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| Shock your heart man, help you focus on the Savior
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| So till they put ya boy in a tomb
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| I’m on a soapbox yellin' the truth, screamin' like |
| Homie in the bed with his head on his pillow
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| Lookin' at the ceiling wondering how to make a killin'
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| 'Cause there’s roaches in the living room
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| No food to consume and papa drinkin' to his doom
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| Mama workin'
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| Wardrobe from Wal-Mart
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| Dare you say somethin' about it, joke if you get smart
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| Full of rage, he conspire to get paid
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| Thinkin' if he up is status maybe that will be a way
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| Ah, he see death all around him
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| Put a boxcutter on the last person
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| Tried to clown him
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| 'Cause money gets you power, power get respect
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| He ain’t felt high, neither one of them felt yet
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| See that’s the mind frame we were sent here to change
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| Instead of bickering on the boards, get on your job man
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| So till they put us all in the tomb
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| Let’s get some megaphones and yell out the truth, screamin' like
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| Excuse me, can I prescribe a remedy
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| That easily will set you free? |
| Christ died for you and me
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| So if I was you I would turn
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| 'Cause one day the sky’ll crack and the judge will return
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| And when I say «turn» I don’t mean just to attend church |
| But count everything as loss and look to Christ for self-worth
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| Your money, guap, cheese, queso
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| Use it to his glory, don’t move unless he say so
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| Cars, job, shoes, clothes
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| Make it all secondary in pursuit of the Lord
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| Commune with a group of people that’s doin' the same thang
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| 'Cause it’s the body of Christ, it’s what we use to make change
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| I don’t grind 'cause I’m free, I grind 'cause I believe
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| And it’s a me and other people that’s doin' the same thing
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| We hold to the same dream to see Christ crucified
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| And marvel at his greatness, see you on the other side |