| Gimme some beer, gimme some fear
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| Reality and fame
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| Money from you, money for them
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| Billions being made
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| You think you got a real deal
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| When all you’re buyin' is a fifth wheel
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| They gotcha by the yin-yang
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| More dollar for the big bang
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| And when you have to have it
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| Somehow you always find a way
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| (You'll find a way)
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| Then it becomes a habit
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| You’ll rob your late friend’s grave
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| It’s sex, it’s drugs
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| And then we all fall down
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| Get hooked, on life
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| Or join the underground
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| It’s oil, it’s guns
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| Bad guys we never see
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| It’s war, dead sons
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| Be all that you can be
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| Give it a spin, maybe you’ll win
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| Nobody’s gettin' paid
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| Lightin' it up, shootin' it up
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| Ya really should be afraid
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| You’re lookin' for a new chin
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| So they tighten up your old grin
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| All you wanna do is fit in
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| So they’re gonna make you real thin
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| It’s just enough to tease you
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| They nail you right between the eyes
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| (Nail you right between the eyes!)
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| Somehow it will disease you
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| While you’re lobotomized
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| It’s meds, it’s feds
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| Don’t need no PhD’s
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| Load down, those sounds
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| We love our MP3's
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| It’s cribs, it’s cars
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| Mercedes BNZ
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| It’s abs, it’s carbs
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| Stop super-sizing me!
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| It’s sex, it’s drugs
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| And then we all fall down
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| Get hooked on life
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| Or join the underground
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| It’s crips, it’s bloods
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| It’s pimped out S.U.V.'s
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| It’s court, prime time
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| Those lawyer S.O.B.'s
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| It’s X, It’s crack
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| It’s glass and A.D.D
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| It’s cool, it’s wack
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| I’ll pay you back
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| Your kick, you prick
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| You get the first one free
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| You’re cuffed, you’re hooked
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| You’re hooked! |