| From Virginia, never rated
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| Before us, no one ever made it
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| Dope boy lane, a nigga paved it
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| When every nigga was afraid to say it
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| Sold a mill, spent a mill
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| We was grindin', Lord’s will
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| Never thought of hiatus
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| Only chains, hi haters
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| All these bitches, high maintenance
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| But I love it though, I cater
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| Deal fell, Tony saved us
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| After blowing up, Al Qaeda
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| Feds rushed like Raiders
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| Took our coach down, Al Davis
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| Regroup, tears faded
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| Casket Drop a year later
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| Three albums, three majors
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| Only critics to our favor
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| Crew members turned traitors
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| Put the spin on it, tornados
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| Our father, thy neighbor
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| Couldn’t tell me that God hate us
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| I was lost, I was jaded
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| Malice found his way to our savior
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| Now author, he offers
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| Way to view it 'fore I see coffins
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| Way to view it 'fore we see vultures
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| Different way to view it, for the culture
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| Ross called 'em, Ye and all them
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| In Hawaii, Jay and all them
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| I was honored to be called in
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| Ran away with it, «So Appalled» them
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| New catalog gonna hurt you
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| Go on it, it’s dark like it’s curfew
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| Goin' in the vault, it will earth you
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| I’m back in with P, it’s full circle |