| You live by the gun die by the gun
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| Ain’t nowhere to hide nowhere to run
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| From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
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| In the heart of the slums that’s where we stay
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| I know this lil nigga man he only 5"3
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| Napoleon complex that’s what I see
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| He pack a 4−5 when he walking through the streets
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| So even in the winter time the nigga got heat ya feel me
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| He never knew his pops
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| His momma tryna raise him but his daddy is the block
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| Thug life tat so they call him lil Pac
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| He hustle in the trap so he really hates cops ya feel me
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| He only 16 really too young to even know what life mean
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| Knuckle head nigga think he know everything
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| He headed to the grave or he heading to the bing believe me
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| Screaming crime don’t stop he either gonna rap play ball or sling rock
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| Once he making money he don’t really give a fuck
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| Live fast die young ball until his times up ya see me
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| So now ya can’t run away ain’t got no protection
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| You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
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| Ain’t shit you can say you just gotta take it
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| You live by the gun die by the gun
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| Ya kinda had that coming
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| He was born with drugs up in his veins
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| Because his momma was addicted to cocaine
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| A beast on the court but that was about to change
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| Once he made a couple dollars from a dice game
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| Moved out his house now he lives in the fast lane
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| Thinks that he’s grown you can’t tell him a damn thing
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| Get it all on his own so he crowned himself king
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| Try take it from him he let eight shots sing straight up
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| Having shoot outs with the police
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| It happens when you’re raised in the belly of the beast
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| A chip on his shoulder claiming that he run the streets
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| A real life D-bo if you got it he want piece
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| But it’s only a matter of damn time
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| Before he’s laid out with his mom crying
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| Hooked up to a respirator while the doctor trying
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| To bring him back but the clock’s stopped and homie done ran outta time
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| So now ya can’t run away ain’t got no protection
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| You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
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| Ain’t shit you can say you just gotta take it
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| You live by the gun die by the gun
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| Ya kinda had that coming
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| You live by the gun die by the gun
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| Ain’t nowhere to hide nowhere to run
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| From de rom pa-pa-pom-pom pack a A-K
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| In the heart of the slums that’s where we stay
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| So now ya can’t run away ain’t got no protection
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| You brought this on yourself this is the end of the road
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| Ain’t shit you can say you just gotta take it
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| You live by the gun die by the gun
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| Ya kinda had that coming
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| Ya kinda had that coming |