| one’s about a kid who didn’t like the way the Earth spun
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| He said it’s cursed; |
| so he went and got his first gun
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| He turned savage, took matters in his own hands
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| He said «I'm grown, nothing matters; |
| I’m my own man;
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| Because we don’t know how to live but we know how to die
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| The game of life and no one’ll make it out alive»
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| So I’mma stay in heavy arm and I’mma keep a gun
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| And I’mma beg for dear life when the reaper come
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| Yo, he’s a beast, everybody in the streets fear him
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| Thugs won’t cross him, cops won’t go near him
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| Nothing could scare him, it’s time to try and get rich
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| He robbed his suppliers plus he gets hired for hits
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| Now the mice want his bread, it’s the price on his head
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| And everybody that he didn’t like want him dead
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| I guess he knew the same streets you rep on
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| Will be the same streets you meet your death on
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| two is how a little dude flipped, and grew too quick
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| He did some rude shit and got his hands on two bricks
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| Bought the new fifth, with the extra two clips
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| Put together two cliques and took over two strips
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| Dude glued chips, new kicks and new whips
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| Knew tricks, got two kids by two chicks
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| But he blew too quick, they said he shoot too quick
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| Too slick, (?)
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| He said «I gotta hit the block for my needs»
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| But I’mma leave the block 'cuz this hot cop is watching the streets
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| Made a couple stops at the spot and bought trees
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| He copped a new uptown patent leather (?)
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| Too sick, now let me hit the hood
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| To stop by and make sure the kids are good
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| That’s when the man ran up on him put the gat in his face
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| Said «Remember me from back in the day?» |