| Not me, mama, I won’t let 'em stop me, mama
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| I won’t let them people lock me, mama
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| I won’t let 'em 2Pac me, mama
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| I look at my reflection (real nigga)
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| I see a real nigga starin' back (yeah)
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| Death the only thing can stop me (what?)
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| Lord knows I ain’t scared of that (hell nah)
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| Forgive me for my sins
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| But I ain’t ever did shit I wouldn’t do again
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| It was hard to survive, or all to provide
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| If my kids in need I can’t look 'em in they eye (I love y’all)
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| Before they go without it I’m grabbin' my four-five
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| If I can put some food on the table then I’ma slide
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| Ready to die, I do twenty-five to life
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| Whoever thought a mic and a stage could change a nigga’s life, for real
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| I put that on my life
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| I ain’t goin' out without a fight (yeah)
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| I put that on my life (huh?)
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| I ain’t goin' out without a fight (nah), nah
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| Not me, mama, I won’t let 'em stop me, mama
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| I won’t let them people lock me, mama
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| I won’t let 'em 2Pac me, mama
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| I been down all my life (fucked up)
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| But ain’t nowhere to go but up (I'm gone)
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| 'Member I was broke as fuck (I was broke)
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| Now they pay me just for showin' up (where that cheese at?)
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| You wasn’t rockin' with me from the jump, that price goin' up
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| Blindin' everybody in the club, my ice goin' dumb
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| Bet you haters never did think that I’d bubble up
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| I’ma keep shittin' on y’all, I got the bubble guts
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| Take your girl and her best friend, I’m into double-ups
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| I’ma make 'em both jump in like it’s a double dutch
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| It don’t matter who you go get, they can’t fuck with us
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| Tell them haters hate all they want, the streets lovin' us
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| I put that on my life
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| I ain’t goin' out without a fight (nah)
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| I put that on my life (huh?)
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| I ain’t goin' out without a fight, nah
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| Not me, mama, I won’t let 'em stop me, mama
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| I won’t let them people lock me, mama
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| I won’t let 'em 2Pac me, mama |