| There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And nobody’s really feelin' alright
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| I got a blunt for my chronic, a juice for my tonic
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| I know now…
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| So I know we’ll be alright
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| When niggas tell you don’t hurt nobody they being funny
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| When they say its Saigon they mean its money
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| Ever since I was little bitches say he a dummy
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| Because one year I went to church and beat up the Easter bunny
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| Everyday I thank god with silent pray
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| So he can help me resolve some of my violent ways
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| I was locked up for four hundred holidays
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| I was in the peezee when I heard Easy E and Dr. Dre
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| Was in the pen for that bad boy death row thing
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| I was locked away when Dre was crowned west coast king
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| I’m the thug these rappers trying to be
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| Lyrically I’m a fuckin anomaly
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| You as much of a rapper as Sean John and me
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| Matter of fact you an actor like Sean Connery
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| I’m the nigga wit the rap sheet longer then your rap book
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| Hustlers got their chain snatched and they got their crack took
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| There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And nobody’s really feelin' alright
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| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
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| I know now…
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| So I know we’ll be alright
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| Yeah, Nine-four, Destiny opens her eyes
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| For the first time, praise God, baby mom’s cryin'
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| Planned to be a strong black family
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| But we both were too young, too strung, too much flashin'
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| New come, I caught verbal assassin runnin' with
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| Nothin' but the worst type, worst fight
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| But we brought my baby home the first night
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| Cursed like sailors, burst out the crib
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| Ragin' in my new car bought from entertainment
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| Champaign and gainin' clout fast, whiplash
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| Did this bitch just pass in the club pugged up, stupid ass
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| Grabbed her by the pony tail, «never disrespect me»
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| I’m a street vet, regret the sex, but not Desi
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| Moved back to your grandma, I’m single, the land’s mine
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| She keeps the Benz, I’m all in the streets again
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| Squeezin' the pen, released again, chart toppers
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| Hard-bottoms blessed the feet, now less baby mom’s problems
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| New woman, she’s great, this a different world
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| Checkin' out my wife’s chemistry with my little girl
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| It’s so amazin' playin', life is so crazy
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| I’ve grown up the thankful for lessons God gave me
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| There’s a war in the streets tonight
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| And nobody’s really feelin' alright
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| I got a blunt for a chronic, a juice for my tonic
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| I know now that I’m feelin' right if it goes down
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| Cause my third eye sees the lowdown
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| And I know it’s not my time to go now
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| Cause God’s got my back in this showdown
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| So I know we’ll be alright |