| Yeah
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| Uh, uh, yeah
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| Yeah, let’s go, uh
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| Woo!
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| Uh, yeah
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| Uh, listen, (show us what the deal), uh, come on
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| Big Dog cut my mic up (turn it up!)
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| Mike and J cut the lights up (come on)
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| I’m a raise the heights up
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| Spit somethin tonight that’s gonna lessen my life up
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| Boy from the hood, your welcome to sit with 'em
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| I ain’t run from the roaches, I made friends with 'em (uh)
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| My drama, my momma noddin in the kitchen nigga (uh)
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| And it ain’t cause she tired
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| Got it make it through the fire or get carried out
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| Outside, it’s a new set of shit to worry 'bout
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| Damn, life ain’t playin (uh uh)
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| And I know it’s a God, but I don’t feel like I’m prayin
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| 'Round here (woo!), it’s like a job to live (come on)
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| My homey just went home and I ain’t talkin about his crib (uh)
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| If this is what it is (uh), this what they call life (uh)
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| You might get your mind left (uh, come on), if you don’t get your mind right
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| (uh, uh, OH!)
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| Tryin hard, everyday, strugglin to survive
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| To stay alive (alive), somehow, someway
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| I’m gon' make that bread
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| I’m gon' make it
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| I done made my mind up
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| I’m gon' make it
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| I’m a keep my head up
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| I’m gon' make it
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| Say it again
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| I’m gon' make it
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| Say it again
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| I’m gon' make it
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| Yeah, uh, now I done …
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| Been broke, been poor
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| No bread, no eggs, I done been next door (next door, uh)
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| Next meal I’ve done been unsure
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| We call 'em pallets back then, I done been on that floor
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| I done (uh), seen the good get killed
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| Y’all drove to the mall, we walked to Goodwill (hey!)
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| Tryin to get some hand me downs
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| Wash it twice and wear it, understand me now
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| And listen, just because I live like this
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| That don’t mean that I want to raise my kids like this (like this, nope)
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| Roof leakin, water drippin on my sis
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| George Bush, he ain’t never live like this (this)
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| Uncle Sam (fuck him!), he don’t want to see us win
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| They call 'em projects, cause that’s what they are to them
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| If you down and out, don’t go that route
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| It’s the hood, but you supposed to want to make it out
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| — 2X — w/ ad libs
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| See the summers get hot and the winters get cold
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| And the house need heat, momma open that stove
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| Every other day, got to wear the same clothes
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| I don’t want to be here, but where else can I go? |