| Street life my niggas
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| Shit’s a motherfucker you know?
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| I try to tell these shorties somethin
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| They look at me like, «What the fuck?
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| Nigga you worse than me»
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| Nigga, don’t listen to the messager
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| Listen to the message
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| A message to my son, it’s times in my life
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| Where I stood around to fight when it was better off to run
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| A message to my daughter, daddy ain’t make you
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| But sometimes in life blood ain’t thicker than water
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| A message to my wife, I gotta say I love you
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| And thank you for makin shit better in my life
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| A message to my moms, don’t worry about your kids
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| Cause love is always love when we in God’s arms
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| A message to my pops, my head’s on my shoulders
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| And I’m takin care of family and never will it stop
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| A message to my sister, your big brother got you
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| But never in life let a coward nigga twist you
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| A message to my niggas, when it comes to the hood
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| Who the fuck in the world could do it better than my niggas
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| A message to my group, we got it we made it
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| Cause nobody in the world sound better in the booth
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| If I don’t pick up just leave me a message
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| I don’t pick up, just leave me a message — I’m gone right now
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| If I don’t pick up just leave me a message
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| I don’t pick up, just leave me a message — it’s on right now
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| If I don’t pick up just leave me a message
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| I don’t pick up, just leave me a message — I’m gone right now
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| If I don’t pick up just leave me a message
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| I don’t pick up, just leave me a message
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| A message to the jail, I don’t really write
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| Cause it’s hard for me to say keep your head up through the mail
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| A message to the poor, stressin the life
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| What we don’t get now we get in the second life
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| A message to the kids, stick to your school
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| Cause if you fuck with the streets that’s jail or a bid
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| A message to the wild, you should calm down
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| Cause everybody rattin and you probably blow trial
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| A message to the ladies, depend on yourself
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| So if daddy walk out you take care of the baby
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| A message to the rich, you should spread love
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| 'Fore niggas like me go ahead and spread clips
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| A message to the hood, shit is bad now
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| But we gon' be aight, cause it’s soon to be good
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| A message to the world, I don’t give a FUCK
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| P smoke 'til he he and he drink 'til he earl
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| Many ways they can send you a message, like a word from the wise
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| Or a 45 that send you to heaven
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| Some’ll throw you a look, others a book
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| Like the king gettin killed by the rook, straight-forward
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| Some’ll grab they soul when they feel like the Lord’s callin
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| Some see it before it come
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| My nigga, one is all and all is one
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| I wanna see us all rich before all this done
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| But it’s really God call cause we all his sons
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| So I’mma play my role, hope God save my soul
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| Let me slide for them sins I owe
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| Pain and more pain’s the only change I know
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| Brain stay in the frame, I’m in the game I blow
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| Either my watch broke or my lame-ass slow
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| But I’mma count my blessings 'til I get to the essence
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| It’s all good just send me a message, what?
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| A message to the jail
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| A message to the poor
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| A message to the kids
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| A message to the wild
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| A message to the ladies
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| A message to the rich… |