| As I wake up in the morning wipe the sleep from my eyes
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| I realize I’m alive, another day I survived
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| To see the sun rise again, lord guide me in The right direction, give my daughters to your protection
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| Keep correctional facilities away from the homies
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| We can’t be locked up, use to goto funerals glocked up A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
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| Throw some chronic in his casket to say his goodbye’s
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| Drive-by's on the block all my niggas is gone
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| The only people making money is the funeral home
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| See, diein' ain’t no kind of way to make a livin'
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| And the people at that old graveyard making a killin'
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| While a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
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| Don’t be too quick to judge, it’s in his nature to ride
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| Nigga when thugs cry tears of bullets flood the block
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| Hit the enemy with a flurry of sh-shots, BLAOW!
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| They don’t know, this is thug, nature to ride
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| This is what it sounds like, when thugs cry
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| It was me, my big sister, my mama and cold flows
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| In the projects of Fillmoe, pimps and hoes
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| Even though a nigga parents split up when I was one
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| Lord bless my daddy for steppin' up and raisin' his son
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| Handing jewels to an innocent child, sharing pain
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| I was young but now I’m old enough to embrace the game
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| I love my mama cause she kept me from goin' hungry and starvin
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| Taking care of me, but I wouldn’t listen I kept mobbin
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| In the streets, lost in the belly of the best
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| Like demons on our corner ridin' strapped with heat
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| In this cold place, leave you sleepin' with no trace
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| I got homies that been hit by a killer with no face
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| A thug sheds slugs instead of tears when he cries
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| See struggle in the reflection of hate in his eyes
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| I know my thug angels watchin' me wherever I go
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| I know Pac see’s me ridin, and my daddy fa sho', BLAOW
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| How long will you mourn a nigga that’s in the grave rotten
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| Wanna say to all my soldiers that’s fallen, ain’t forgotten
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| Ridin past the cemetary all I do is remember
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| When we hustled in the winter it was cold in december
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| But we kept grindin' rain or snow, steady smashin'
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| Til the cops came and you swallowed some dope without the plastic
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| We was babies didn’t know reprecussions of our decisions
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| But we learnt from eachother, even though you no longer livin'
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| My heart felt cold, my legs got weak
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| When I was watchin' that ambulance from across the street
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| Police and task-force, feds all on the scene
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| And I knew it was over when I heard your mama scream
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| All I could do was run home and tell my mama I love her
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| Say a prayer to God and tell him bless my young brother
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| Cause a thug sheds slugs instead of tears when we cry
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| Throw some chronic in his casket to say my goodbyes, BLAOW! |