| Lately I been savin more money
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| I know snitches get stitches
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| See I been in the ghetto,
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| And if you know me, I’m gon get it (Yeah)
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| Everything I do
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| I do it all for you
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| Everything I do, I do it all for you (Uh huh)
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| (Feelin like a new world baby)
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| Aye, where you from fool?
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| This ain’t the neighborhood that you come to
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| Tell me whatcha bangin homie, red or blue
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| If we decide to off him
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| Homicide comin ain’t nobody talkin
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| Plead the 5th amendment, everybody walkin
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| That’s how it all goes when the dice roll out
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| And the elements test what you all about
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| Another life gone as the world goes round
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| I know it’s so cold, all these lost souls
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| Lately I been savin more money
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| I know snitches get stitches
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| See I been in the ghetto,
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| And if you know me, I’m gon get it (Yeah)
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| Everything I do
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| I do it all for you
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| Everything I do, I do it all for you (Uh huh)
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| (Feelin like a new world baby)
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| I’m from where cops roll around
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| Gunshots, it ain’t no warnings
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| The ones that say they love you to death
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| Be plotting on you
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| Niggas get football numbers for playin the corner
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| Home invasion, yeah they all in ya crib like they Willona
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| Penny for thoughts nigga get lost
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| Shootin like when white folks do crime
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| The wigga be off
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| God help us
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| Cause even the minister sinister dark
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| Yeah, you smilin but you’re energy speaking grimace remarks
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| This is art
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| Our heros become murals
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| Crackers they make examples out the nigga in the struggle
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| Who let fiends get a sample
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| Yeah the kid that’s tired of pulling dirty clothes out the hamper
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| That his brother handed to him
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| Cause his mother never had it, yeah
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| His father was an addict
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| Granny had to pick up the slack
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| Cause she knows what truly matters to him
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| I’m grateful for that influence, uh
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| Bible on the dash
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| Jesus take the wheel
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| Steer me from my past
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| My dreams never belly up
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| I’m hype behind the cam
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| Don’t ever throw the baby out
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| With the diaper bag
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| Lately I been savin more money
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| I know snitches get stitches
|
| See I been in the ghetto,
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| And if you know me, I’m gon get it (Yeah)
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| Everything I do
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| I do it all for you
|
| Everything I do, I do it all for you (Uh huh)
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| Nothin like a new day, in a new world
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| (Feelin like a new world baby)
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| The rat race
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| The paper chase
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| The unending maze
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| Seems to fade
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| Around the days
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| That some call holy
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| But even that can cause
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| Other wise men
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| To argue mangers and halos
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| With karma and rainbows
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| And turned the only time
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| That earth agrees on family
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| In to some form of greek tragedy
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| The way I see it
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| We can call these, Village days
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| Where regardless of the reason
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| We get to see some of
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| The loved ones we missed
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| During the run and rip of life
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| Let’s count our blessings right
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| And make ways for the days
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| Of the village |