| We’re locked up in the life we lead, end up chalked up
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| Knocked up everybody looking like us
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| In the palace running with those who get wild
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| Outsiders live in exile
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| Meanwhile we’re caged up trapped in a scene
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| Destiny’s made up
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| Laid up all in the cut 'til bail is paid up
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| In a cell we dwell until we parole
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| It’s all part of living your life a psycho
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| They make us to be antagonist
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| Worst while they’re fabulous
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| We’re the broke and scandalous
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| Who’ll never know what lavish is
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| Law establishers rules for savages
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| Set up the bait and then debate
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| On your sentence for damages
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| Flood the street with cannabis
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| Crystal Meth handle this
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| Get you fucked up
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| The serve you guns with high calibers
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| Give you ghetto fame everytime you act crazy
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| Knuckleheads bringing the heat ti 'hoods daily
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| Got cops ready to serve you just waiting
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| To take you to the palace exiled from your baby momma drama
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| Prison life gonna put you on a program
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| Rehabilitate your mind state if you wanna
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| Otherwise go through repeated visits to cell
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| Or dorms in whatever camp palaces where you dwell
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| If in jail get petty money for labor skills
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| While stock holders sell and make money off shit you build
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| Exiled before we pull triggers on burnt steel
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| No matter what your record is or how many you’ve killed
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| You could be clean as a whistle homie but still
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| The palace was built for you, that’s real
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| Through the broke glass I make my escape
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| Want what I don’t have and that’se the shit that I’ll take
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| From the hands of any man
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| You retaliate and my blade sinks in you like quicksand
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| Listen to the warning that I’ve given
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| It’s the act of violence that keeps most crooks driven
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| Breaking and entering
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| And don’t give a fuck
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| Cops not responding to your screaming and yelling
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| Waiting for the cavalary to invade in
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| The cottage in the hills where I hold you hostage
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| Big man sabotage
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| Your sick ass palace of malice gets robbed through the garage
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| Muthafuckas with money get stupid and drunk
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| And have the luxuries of hard drugs and get sprung
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| Raw individuals come and all your shit gets stole and then sold
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| You wanna blame yourself for my sick sideshow
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| Then you realze that you’ve got no control
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| Just lock the muthafucken door
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| And hope that I don’t intro through the window
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| We’re locked up in the life we lead, end up chalked up
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| Knocked up everybody looking like us
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| In the palace running with those who get wild
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| Outsiders live in exile
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| Meanwhile we’re caged up trapped in a scene
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| Destiny’s made up
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| Laid up all in the cut 'til bail is paid up
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| In a cell we dwell until we parole
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| It’s all part of living your life a psycho |