| No I can’t run, I can’t hide from all this pressure
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| If I sell out that means I’m copping to a lesser charge
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| And whenever there’s a will baby, there’s a way
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| Each one teach one, I always say
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| The murder rate is rising, soceity ain’t scaring me
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| Life is like a puzzle, ain’t no telling when they’ll bury be
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| They wanna tell me how to live
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| But I got dues to pay, now how much money you gon' give
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| For my PG and me bill, cause it’s a week late
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| Leave the hustle alone, fool, don’t procastanate
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| Cause I’m a get mine, and that’s the way I was taught
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| Fool, now what you thought
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| That I was born and raised in a big house
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| While you would sleep up in the bed, I slept on the couch
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| I tried to study, but was often interrupted
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| Because the nieghborhood I’m from is so corrupted
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| Rats and roaches creeping through the cracks in my walls
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| While my folks down the street breaking plain and ball
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| Trying to count as much as they can count is like hell
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| Is kind of hard being raised off up in the cell
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| Get on your own, and get you some bizness, black
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| Stay sucker-free, and by all means, watch your back
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| You ain’t gotta listen, but take it from your boy 4-Tay
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| Fool, you think you pormised another day?
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| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you slove 'em
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| Stress 'll drive you crazy tryin to deal with these problems
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| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em
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| Man, I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems
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| Each and every day on these streets, game is getting sicker
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| Thicker than a King-size snicker
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| And I know who’s got the plug, don’t need no witness
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| Cause your bizness ain’t everybody elses bizness
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| Snitchers, and gothams, and gangstas, they’re so keniving
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| In 1995, only the strong will survive and
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| Everytime I open up somethin', somebody wants some
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| So I could be broke, all on my lonesome
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| Too many critics, too many debators
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| And when they don’t hire us, that makes me think they hate us
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| But that’s just anothre problem pushing through my brain
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| That wouldn’t change no matter how much I complained
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| How would you care if I was living on welfare
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| You act like you gon' move me and my family elsewhere
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| Allow me to make this conversation more concrete
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| Too many formalitys, and I find that so obsolete
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| But I’m a keep striving, cause it couldn’t get no worse
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| Ain’t robbing no banks or snatching nobody’s purse
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| I finally made me a profit, so now I can really chill
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| Check my mailbox, Oh, too soon, there’s my phone bill
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| Trying to look up for number 1, and that’s my mother
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| If it ain’t one thing fly, it’s another
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| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em
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| Stress 'll drive you crazy when your dealing with these problems
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| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em
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| Man I’m going crazy tryin to deal with these problems
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| Each peice of life is like a puzzle, can you solve 'em
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| Stress 'll drive you crazy trying to deal with these problems
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| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em
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| Man I’m going crazy trying to deal with these problems
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| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em
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| I’m a handle mine
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| Problems, problems, how you gon' solve 'em
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| Take 'em one at a time |