| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nope, nope, nope
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| I been an independent hustler since '95
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| Never had no love for a 9 to 5
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| I grind like trucks mack like em too
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| I’m tryin' to make a buck and still stay true
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| East coast quick wit, west coast cool
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| Down South money mouth towned out fool
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| Universal music drowned out false rule
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| Say «fuck the system», but I’m no victim
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| LRG goin' fit em, and G goin' spit em
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| Messiah make the play, and we goin' hit em
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| They take the beat away and I still got the rhythm
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| I built that from livin' to the tick of my own heart
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| Didn’t have a dollar just Dickies and Carhartt
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| White boy without a father more rare than aardvarks
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| I’m too smart the hard parts dumbin' down
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| You can’t kill me I’m a legend, in every town
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to me I just thought it to be
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| And now all y’all can see how it is
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to me I just thought it to be
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| And now all y’all can see how we live
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| Future single mother the father’s drunk
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| Didn’t wanna bother just holler and cut
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| It’s all or nothin' boy he wasn’t worth much
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| How she gonna balance it?
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| Cause all that goes up… must fall
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| Four kids to dust off
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| She never missed a game but still got cussed out
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| By bad seeds no shut mouths to feed
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| 9 to 5 plus when she cried I was crushed man
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| Deep stuff all of us in one room
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| Heat a towel under the door, mice up in the floor
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| Prices soar, city of dopes cold as ice gotta right no more
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| And everybody said Amen come Sunday
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| But ay man, what’s up with all the strugglin'?
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| Someday I’m a be as strong as my mothers spirit
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| She’s a legend for that you can’t kill it
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to her she just thought it could work
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| All of this __ from a seed
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to her she just thought it could work
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| After all of the hurt she’s free
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| Over a decade deceased still a major piece
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| In this culture vulture’s wanna eat, quote you on repeat
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| How you long you ago was you ballin'?
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| After you left thuggins everyone’s callin'
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| Minus the conscious side tryin' to ride
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| Ambitions of that hip-hop homicide
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| In '95 most this shit wouldn’t slide
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| West coast renaissance you was in the driver’s seat
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| And in our hearts we keep you like Hendrix
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| And the great John Lennon how you went’s horrendous
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| Is there a heaven for a G? |
| yeah, probably
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| But is there rest if they can’t solve the forensics?
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| It seemed offensive at first all the bitin'
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| But you know bout imitation
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| Now they teach what you were writin' in schools
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| Oh what the world’s come to
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| Can’t kill Pac’s legend that’s true
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to him he just thought it for him
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| All of this came from within
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| Never die, never die, never die
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| Nobody taught it to him he just thought it for him
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| And now we sing em like there’s no end |