| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
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| Some think life is a living hell
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| Some live life just living well
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| I live life tryna tip the scale
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| Yo, I’m always early, I never take off
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| Cause I got a job, rob Peter to pay Paul
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| Now I realize it’s the winner that takes all
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| Do what I gotta do because I can’t take loss
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| Picture me living life as if I’m some animal
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| That consumes its own dreams like I’m a cannibal
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| I won’t accept failure unless it’s mechanical
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| But still the alcohol mixed with the botanical
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| I guess I be referred to the owners manual full of loners
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| Full of all the homeless throwaways and the stoners
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| Soldiers of the streets with 8th grade diplomas
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| And the world awaiting their shoulders as a bonus
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| Look, let he without sin live without sin
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| Until then, I’ll be doing dirty jobs like swamp men
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| Counting the faces of those that I might have been
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| It’s like living that life, but I won’t live that life again
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| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
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| Some think life is a living hell
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| Some live life just living well
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| I live life tryna tip the scale
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| Lot of niggas go to prison, how many come out Malcolm X?
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| I know I’m not, shit, can’t even talk about the rest
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| Famous last words: «You under arrest»
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| Will I get popped tonight? |
| It’s anybody’s guess
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| I guess, a nigga need to stay cunning
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| I guess when the cops coming, need to start running
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| I won’t make the same mistakes from my last run-in
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| You either done doing crime now or you done in
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| I got a brother on the run, and one in
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| Wrote me a letter, he said, «When you coming?»
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| Shit man, I thought the goal’s to stay out
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| Back against the wall, then shoot your way out
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| Getting money’s a style that never plays out
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| 'til you in a box and your stash money’s paid out
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| The scales of justice ain’t equally weighed out
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| Only two ways out, digging tunnels or digging graves out
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| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
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| Some think life is a living hell
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| Some live life just living well
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| I live life tryna tip the scale
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way
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| Homicide or suicide, heads or tails
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| Some think life is a living hell
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| Some live life just living well
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| I live life tryna tip the scale
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| My way
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| My way
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| My way |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tip The Scale , by - The Roots. Song from the album Undun, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп