| I’ve been, I’ve been violent
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| I’ve been vile
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| I’ve been losin' it
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| I’ve been, I’ve been sleepin, I've been hibernatin'
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| Music is the only thing that snap me out of that
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| The only thing that snap me out of rap
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| That could snap me out of black eyes
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| Crack houses everywhere, Addiction is a movie
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| Terrors an agenda, Have it spittin' from a Uzi
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| Piss in the jacuzzi, Switch spit with porn bitches
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| I’m vicious with (?) just some shit I was born with
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| Homicida, suicidal, Yeah it’s fuckin' mixed up
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| Living in the living room trying to get my dick sucked
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| I never frat rap, backpack, or pen pal
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| I’ve been wild with ten styles, I’m that cracked
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| A crack baby, 2Pac crazy
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| I’m Biggie Xanax on the couch, trust me I’m that lazy
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| I’m Pat Swayze, I’m a Ghost with a mean streak
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| 20 years of getting high, Never seen a clean week
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| They call me hero
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| The kids they wanna be like me now
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| But they don’t know
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| The madness inside of me
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| I’m no hero
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| And the darkness is hard to see now
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| I can hear you
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| Do you really wanna be like me?
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| I’ve been, I’ve been writing a homicidal recital
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| Dismembering appendages dumping them in the grotto
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| Investigate the first 48 and then made it break
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| Evidence dispose in Decatur Swamps as gator bait
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| I’ve been, I’ve been occupied, Of manic depressive thoughts
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| Of bipolar dreams, Praying that schemes do not collide
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| Known as a cynical criminal, They use to ridicule
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| But now they want an interview put us up on a pinnacle
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| Now you driving in the ride, Right from the studios
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| Straight to the video, Fish eye lens is open wide
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| I’ve been unstable since way before cable
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| Mom’s place me in the cradle with the Legos and the Playdough
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| Since Brett with Nicole Simpson O.J. |
| and Kato
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| Godfather 2, Michael Corleone 'N kill Fredo
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| I’m still a old slob still rolling with no job
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| Still looking for ho’s to give the whole squad blow jobs
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| They call me hero
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| The kids they wanna be like me now
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| But they don’t know
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| The madness inside of me
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| I’m no hero
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| And the darkness is hard to see now
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| I can hear you
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| Do you really wanna be like me?
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| I’ve been schizophrenic on a record
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| And reckless on the street
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| Competitive when I said it, A predator on a beast
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| Speak my name wrong and it’s on never hear a peep
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| But you feel the bomb, A sedative go to sleep
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| Run your mouth while I’m getting head up in the Jeep
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| Talks cheaper then it’ll cost me to get you beat
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| Ain’t a thing sweet but revenge
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| I trust friends far as I can throw they heads
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| Weapons magnifique
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| I was risking freedom while you were sucking your mother’s dick
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| On some other shit, Fuck out of here with your loving shit
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| Liars wearing wires, On some undercover shit
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| Made my name hot couldn’t touch me with the oven mit
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| I’ve been in and out of court
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| I’ve been losing pride of me
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| I’ve been, I’ve been picking trash, On the side of 93
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| I’ve been live, I’ve been dead
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| I’ve been blind but I can see
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| Allen Iverson on the track no one can conquer me
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| Check
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| They call me hero
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| The kids they wanna be like me now
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| But they don’t know
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| The madness inside of me
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| I’m no hero
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| And the darkness is hard to see now
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| I can hear you
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| Do you really wanna be like me? |