| Psssshh, I guess niggas don’t realize a good thing til it’s gone
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| You know what I’m sayin man?
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| Running around in these streets trickin, shit’s hard man
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| You know? |
| But sometimes man
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| Fools be bringin that shit on they god damn self
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| Nappy headed nigga stigmatism at birth
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| Born to a family of four and so that makes me one-fourth
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| Of a dysfunctional home
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| I had a father who only stayed to see me grown
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| When I turned twelve he was gone
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| Alone, no role model
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| I used to watch my Granddaddy and Uncle hit the bottle
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| And then hit each other
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| Granddaddy beat Grandmother, but that’s before my time
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| But I still see how it affected her mind
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| As a child I introverted, and drew pictures
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| While my mother prayed to Jesus reading King James scriptures
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| She used to take me to church so I could put money in the basket
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| Tell the preacher how she used to get her ass kicked
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| And me, I mastered the art of hatred
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| After pops left ran with my niggas tryin to take shit
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| Petty theft, I got caught a few times, but bust it
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| Life is a bitch so fuck it
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| In eighty-one I remember the night
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| I covered myself with baby powder, so my black ass could be light
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| Cause God is white, and Bo Derek is a ten
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| I hate my black skin, it’s just a sin to be a nigga
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| Then again, I’m like the Frenchman, cause Granny’s creole
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| And therefore, we’re black French people
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| So I think it’s best if I go to Catholic school
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| And study under nuns and then I’ll be a Catholic fool
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| Cause none of these courts want none of us up
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| And don’t none want to see none of us live to be adults, sheeit
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| No wonder brothers take lives for red and blue
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| It’s the evil that men do
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| Nigga, nigga wake yo' punk ass up nigga!
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| Nigga *smack* *smack* wake yo', wake yo' punk ass up! |
| *siren*
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| (Where the fuck we at?) *helicopter*
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| Nigga, one time nigga
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| (Man I feel strange man, and I’m fin to go man)
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| Shit, I’mma get you out, shit, bitches man)
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| (Fuck that shit man, nigga what the fuck am I gonna do man?) *siren*
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| We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
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| Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
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| By the time I hit adolescence and found hair on my nuts
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| I grew twelve inches so now it’s time to fuck sluts
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| Never respected women, just had to keep my dick wet
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| Fucked this virgin named Lena, I made a bet
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| With my homies I could hit it first, then kicked her to the curb
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| Til next year, I got a call from my man Kurt
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| Since I never used jims I left a seed in the Earth
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| That left a nigga feelin like dirt
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| Cause now I’m a father, and got a two-week old daughter
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| Ironically, don’t even know her name it’s a damn shame
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| And ol girl never told me she was havin my baby
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| The more I thought about, she fuckin played me
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| Cause the family’s lookin at me like I raped her
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| Plus with another fuckin mouth to feed I need paper
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| Did a caper, and took my Guinness Stout to the head
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| September 1990, drunk drivin, the light turned red
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| Somebody hit from the rear, I hit the brakes
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| Then lost control of the steering wheel
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| Hit a black Camaro and that’s all I remember that night
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| I woke up to a 5−0 flashlight
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| The car that I hit had exploded on impact
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| One woman escaped, but the driver was trapped, he burned to death
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| Manslaughter, off to C-Y-A
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| Liftin weights in the yard and playin spades all day
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| Now I’m eighteen, hit the County in the mix
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| «Name and last three!» |
| Austin, oh-six-six
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| By now Grandpa went crazy and my Uncle had died
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| And me I’m at the ranch makin pruno in Wayside
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| In ninety-three, I got probation
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| Searchin for an occupation, cause now I’m payin restitution, confusion
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| I’m lookin at myself and seein every other nigga I knew
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| It’s the evil that men do
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop
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| But every nigga on my block can’t stop
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| And it won’t stop
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| And it don’t stop |