| I’m either running for my life or I’m just waiting to die
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| I’m the supplier of the fire if you’re chasing a high
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| It’s never when or why; |
| it’s the way that he die
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| Did he stand like a man 'til the day that he die?
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| Or was he reaching for guns or trying to run
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| Or was he outside on the lawn in front of his son
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| And if you running your mouth you can die in the slum
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| 'Cause in the south where I’m from they dying for crumbs
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| You can die for your partners or die for your moms
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| Or you could die cause your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealing
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| Or die in a plane—they say it’s a bomb
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| When they run it into a tower—they just say it’s Saddam
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| Screaming Allah the moment that it’s hitting the building
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| With total disregard for all men women and children
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| See niggas get killed when people mix they money with feelings
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| I’m filling my money up in the wall some in the ceiling
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| I’m just one of the millions of niggas who bucking
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| It’s a war going on and they killing for nothing
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| We were in denial all awhile they where flicking the buttons
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| I’d rather be dying for something instead of living for nothing
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| End of discussion
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| Hey, ain’t no more talk
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| Just start killing niggas off till ain’t no more chalk
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| Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
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| Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' fiends
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| Or no mo' rims and thing’s and no mo' green
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| And no mo' chains and ring’s that go bling bling
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| And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
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| It’s just these talent less rappers they all acting
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| And I know, so ain’t no mo' talk
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| Just start killing niggas off till ain’t no mo' chalk
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| Or no mo' tape, to outline no mo' scenes
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| Or no mo' crimes, no mo' dying for no mo' phenes
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| Or no mo' rims and thing’s and no mo' green
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| And no mo' chains and ring’s that go bling bling
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| And no mo' passionate rapping and so it seems
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| It’s just these talent less rappers they all acting
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| And I know
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| Yeah they said it wasn’t no mo' green for no mo' grind
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| No mo' room for no mo' kings and no more crown to be given but by no means
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| Am I any more conceited than this game needed
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| And if I say it believe it, I’m running the region, you see it
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| Popping and blowing, I’m stopping I’m going
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| I’m just, telling, you knowing, you sleeping, or hating
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| And I don’t care what you niggas is thinking or saying
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| About, you know who, the one who say you know what, do you know where
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| But you the best cuz you goin' care
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| Now I ain’t think so either, but we know greed’ll make ya
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| Do strange thang’s if we ain’t people
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| And if ya, busting bout nothing, than we ain’t equal
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| You just cussing for nothing and poisoning people
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| And it’s embarrassing laughing at all of your songs
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| And you can hate me right now but you’ll miss me 'fore long, when I’m gone |