| I wonder why there’s so much hatred in this world today
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| You know a lotta of us brothers and sisters
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| Ain’t gone make it to see another day
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| At the age of 12 I was on another page
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| I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay
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| My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was heading
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| Like the majority of these kids today, man I was hard headed
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| I wanted to know to much a little man is shookin' police
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| Imagine a juvenile delinquent waitin' for a release date
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| Wait, it’s easy for me to blame it on my surroundings
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| My folks raised me right, I just wanted to be the first fool pounding
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| Up and down tha block, Fleetwood Caddilac
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| But take it from me, young G, because that lifestyle ain’t all that
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| Unless you ready to strap ya gat and serve tha yak and jug the sack
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| To get ya bread back, playa, I’m up on all that
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| Cause being broke ain’t no joke, boost up ya confidence
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| There’s two options: legal or illegal, you know the consequenses
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| Stay strong through all this drama, cause there’s a remedy
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| This world is so corrupt, jealousy and envy
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| To all my folks in tha pen I’m sending this to you, ya know
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| Hope you get to hear my rap, try to make it off parole
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| The streets are full of sadness, dope and geto madness
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| Besides your brain and slangin' them thangs the only apparatus
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| Be that hot lead, I seen him yesterday but now my homie’s dead
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| I hope I ain’t going crazy, I know I ain’t losing my head
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| No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt
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| You damn right, but see there’s game plus a part of life
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| Got so much game to give they label my rap positive
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| Why not take advantage of that and give it back to my neighbourhood
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| Because them people wit them badges callin' themselves police
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| Be them same suckers going home selling hella weed
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| Everybody’s human we need to live by the constitution
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| I ain’t no dummy, behind them walls of congress someone’s juicin'
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| How you think the streets get flooded wit guns and knifes and crack
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| Us blacks ain’t got the type of machinery to deliver that
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| And the people that do kick back in mansions, pushing remotes
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| I ain’t no hater, but man the law can’t stand them folks
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| Once that crack hit this world a lot of us lost our minds
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| Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron
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| After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana
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| Until the narcs caught me slippin' on tha …
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| They followed me and sweated me as if I was a rich man
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| I’m just a playa up out of Frisco tryin' to put my mack hand down
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| I be around jsut like tha single
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| Twinkle twinkle who’s tha star, how I wonder where you are
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| Stepped in tha back then test tha mic and break 'em off a proper …
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| That’s what I did for representing Cali, you know
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| I used to be local but now I’m a nation wide professional
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| Once I get home to tha Bay, six days are so boring
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| Down to call for my P.O. |
| she wants to test my urine
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| Now I’m tryin' to think did I drink or did I smoke too much
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| Here I am in her office, I forgot to hide these bucks
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| Livin' beyond your means you know that’s a violation, bro
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| Peace to all my homies across the world, stay off parole
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| Yeah, Pac, you know Ragtop we got love, man |