| Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress
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| But the world is a test
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| Without God and a bulletproof vest
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| You might be looking at death
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| Wet and dried out and wet, step by step
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| Maybe this’ll be something I regret
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| (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga)
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| Gotta pay the rent
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| Gotta get some get back
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| It seems there ain’t no get back
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| I hustle, strive and flip that
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| Now watch it come rit back
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| Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell
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| Why I fucked up and I swear
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| I can’t tell, where I fell
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| Escape death and fuck jail
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| Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas
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| But there’s no way out
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| Sing it with me come on
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| There’s no way out
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| Through all the pain, the hurt, the fear and the doubts
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| But if you look the other route then you’ll find out
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| You can do it C, there’s someway out
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| Talent ain’t shit
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| Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip
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| Off your mind, body and soul
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| Grow old and lose control
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| Duck your foes and watchin' foes
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| While the homies hold on
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| Held on too long the strong quickly got weak
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| Last week I saw the homie, he ain’t even speak (oh it’s like that!?)
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| While I’m in a terminal state
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| Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's
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| Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz)
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| The Loc’s sportin' Davis' and all my folks
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| Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip)
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| Yeah I miss my homie L Dog
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| Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG’s
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| Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC’s
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| Man on Loc, IBC’s
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| I’m Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems
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| Sing it with me come on |