| Me and E-Guy just fought 'cause his family wouldn’t stop talkin'
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| We neighbors who argued often, I run, I jog to him
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| Toss a jab and I caught him, he threw a left, ain’t connect
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| 'Cause I ducked when I came back up, I seen his sister talkin' trash
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| Like, «Touch my brother, I’m beatin' yo' ass»
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| («Touch my brother, I’m beatin' yo' ass, nigga!»)
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| So I fucked her brother up to see what she about, yeah
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| Walked away and then we noticed that his teeth was out, yeah
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| She ain’t do shit, she just mad we got to see her pout
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| So me and Cell, we just fought, I was walkin' and then he jawed me
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| I dropped to the floor while calling for help in front of my grandmother’s house
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| The next hit, he punched me my mouth, I can’t believe I’m on the ground
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| 'Cause I tried to hit him, I gambled, I’m ugly cryin' in public
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| I’m like, «When I get you back, you gon' wish that you never touched me»
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| Somehow I never could touch him, our brothers broke the shit up
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| And I walked the rest of the day with my head down
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| Funny how gettin' your ass beat’ll spread 'round, yeah
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| But I don’t wanna fight no more
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| 'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more
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| But I don’t wanna fight no more
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| 'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more
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| So me and E-Guy, we scrap again
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| Jacob jumped in, I’m handicapped
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| Manny watched from across the street
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| Then he ran up and hopped on me
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| Three on one, they teamin' up but me, I never think to run
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| They circling around
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| Got me surrounded like police or somethin' (Woop-woop!)
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| So it’s bad enough they already jumpin' me
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| Then I see Cell comin', I’m prayin', «Please don’t fuck with me»
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| («Please leave me the fuck alone»)
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| It’s not fair and I think he agree
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| So instead of fighting with them, he came and teamed up with me
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| Me and Grandpa ain’t talked since I stopped attendin' the college
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| He called me, said I’m a scholar, I should be gettin' my doctorate
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| «Or, shit, at least in the army, instead you chose to hip-hopper
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| I know how this is gon' end 'cause I went through this with yo' father»
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| Me and my girl just fought 'cause I talked before she could talk
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| She was tellin' a story, I cut her off with some shit
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| Not 'bout the same topic, so she just stopped in the middle
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| Before the plot hit, the rest of the car ride silent
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| Like «You always do this,» like, «You don’t value my thoughts
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| Either that or you too damn stupid to realize
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| That if you don’t hear me out then I’ma feel muted
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| You say that you care, well show it, I’m not askin' a lot
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| I know you think you listenin' but you just waitin' to talk»
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| My fault
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| But I don’t wanna fight no more
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| 'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more
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| But I don’t wanna fight no more
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| 'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more
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| It’s harder to love myself when all these people compliment me
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| Somehow it just remind me what I don’t got
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| But these folks don’t care to know
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| They think you rollin' in the dough
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| Not realizin' your next meal is a 4-for-$ 4
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| Still feeling the guilt that Walt never thought to call
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| Fightin' myself to get out of bed
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| I’m fightin' myself to get out of bed
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| Fightin' myself
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| I don’t wanna fight no more
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| 'Cause I’m not a fighter
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| Yeah, me and all my niggas dropped out
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| Then we drove to Texas, slept at Waffle House
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| Kicked out of the hotel, we all broke
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| We don’t got no mattress, sleep on yo' floor
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| Me and grandpa ain’t spoke since I dropped out
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| Made sure on my first tour, stop at his house
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| I sleep on the hotel, not your floor
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| He tell me that he proud of his boy
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| I’m not a janitor no more at Homan Square
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| Saved up for a round trip, LAX
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| I just learned it’s no risk, no reward
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| I slept on the floor at Port Authority
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| Me and all my niggas dropped tears
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| Heart been on the floor for a whole year
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| We all broke (we all broke)
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| We all broke |