| Yeah, you better watch the situation that you get involved in You might get involved with the wrong people
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| Get into a situation you might can’t get yourself out of Dig a hole you can’t climb out
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Get in it too deep
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| I’m in it too deep to get on out
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| They always told me death was the only way out
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| I’m sitting up all night
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| I can never rest my head
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| How will my family take it if I ended up dead
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| (Lord Infamous)
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| There was a man who approached me every night
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| I was resting fast asleep
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| He traveled deep into my mind
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| And he promised me power beyond my wildest dreams
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| He said he could take me away from the suffering
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| Begging and our poverty
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| So I had to agree
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| There’s one catch, I must worship him throughout the centuries
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| But I really didn’t know any better
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| I’m tired of the pain and Koop taught me running
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| He gave me the things he promised to me But I cannot leave I will suffer forever
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| I’m tired of his wrong
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| All of his powers are much to strong
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| Oh so bad I want to move on But if I do my sould is gone
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| Lions from the cages
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| Saw you murderers, adulterers, and thieves
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| What you don’t know is that
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| You’re walking in the same shoes with me
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| (Koopsta Knicca)
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| Nothin’but a man says forseekin’that’s all I see
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| Is he close to me Said is she Victoria Secret
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| hells of the air with the smells of a prayer
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| Bled right here with a stale bud
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| Doggystyled in a chair
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| Turned him on his stomach
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| Cash his money for the motions
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| If you ready for mystic (?)
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| Koop finna come a little bit closer
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| Rolled him over just before a sound went pop
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| Then I reached for my heart
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| Oh my god Koopsta just been robbed
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| I hope you feel me
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| I’m laying naked lookinn’at the ceiling
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| In bloody red
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| Just same old same for the Koopsta
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| (Gangsta Boo)
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| I’m in it too deep to escape this kind of drama
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| That costs playa hatas and fakers
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| That equals problems
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| Today and day in time
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| You can’t read nobody’s mind
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| These smiles turn to frowns
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| When they see a playa on the rise
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| On top of the world
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| Just a looking down and laughing at’cha
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| I never be bothered like 2pac
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| I ain’t mad at’cha
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| So baby beware
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| This game of life is like do or die
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| It’s hell on this earth
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| The only thing that’s missing is the fire
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| Come on baby tell me Is it something that your eyes can’t see
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| Or are you jsut blind to the fact that you in it too deep
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| (Juicy J)
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| Yeah I know what ya mean
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| I had to stand on my ground
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| To give them the scene
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| Just me and my brotha down in the struggle
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| Then I serve 'em to the fiends
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| And after dark
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| Deep in the park
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| The dope up fiends
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| We start to light the pipe all through the night
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| I use to wonder will god
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| Please help the poor come up on their feet
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| Cause ther was nothing to eat
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| Didn’t want to jack or rob
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| A brotha had to maintain the streets
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| Up in the projects wasn’t no flodgin'
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| Cuase I was trying to get out who can you trust
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| I had to be tough
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| I never ran my mouth
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| Me and the crew would constantly hit the brew
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| A natural high
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| How can you make it in this world but to try
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| (DJ Paul)
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| 1991 was the year
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| 901 was the area code
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| Three eight double one six was the zip code and a bottle of Irish Rose
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| Now let my story be told
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| A young boy dropping out of school house
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| But not to learn off in the 10th grade
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| Try to come up at last
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| Like a doe
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| Outcast off all them songs I done made
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| Boomin’my undergound tapes up and down the hall
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| To DJ Paul was no damn things
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| But to my dogs Tony and Shysta
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| Asked me to join a gang that ain’t me manne
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| But hanging around them fools
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| I had to get down and join the click see
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| Cause I made so many enemies
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| From clicks off in my city
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| Now if I told ya what gang it was
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| Then you I will seem more down
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| But if I told ya what gang I’m in I can only do a show off in my own town
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| But it’s all to the good
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| Much love to the thugs an my good
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| And in my set much respect
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| I wit’cha for life that cha can bet
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| We lights one up tonight |