| It’s the booze that I’m guzzling
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| The troops that I’m running with
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| The truth’s what I’m busting, kid
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| The news I be covering
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| The music, you loving it
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| The bullshitting government
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| The proving that you got the muscle, kid
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| The bruises, don’t cover them
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| The loser, the prominent
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| The ruthless, the dominant
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| The few cents you profit, man
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| You gotta hustle them
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| Improving your numbers
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| But never give in to any of Lucifer’s promises
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| Whether you leading the movement of following
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| We both know that only a few people understand
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| Good shit we puffing to the beautiful drumming, man
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| Throw your hands up if you love your mother, man
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| Now I do it for the moon and the sun
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| For the few months of summer
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| For the food in my stomach, man
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| Crews they be bluffing
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| Now the dudes is in trouble
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| 'cause as soon as I’m coming in they losing a couple ends
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| Now let me tell you, I ain’t new to the struggle
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| No, I move in a puddle though I grew inna suburbs
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| World leaders, hit them with cruel and unusual punishment
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| They might win some, but they losing this one, again |