| For all my children, huh, let 'em know
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| Sing for me
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| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya’ll
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| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so
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| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah
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| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord
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| I done seen it all, done even lost a couple dogs
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| Everything from seeing hoes boosting in the mall
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| Niggas who used to ball, they ain’t ballin' now
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| Hoes who hated me, dem bitches callin' now
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| And mama told me, but she never told me when
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| She said when money come sin, its some fake ass friends
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| I keep niggas in da blind, and outta mind
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| Cuz broke niggas full of slime and they got dirt on they mind
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| Catch me slipping never, and not once, ever ever
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| Lost a bank to the better I’m a muthafucking fool my self
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| I can’t fool myself, cause if I ever slip, they gotta have that there
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| Two years ago, I lost a friend in da line of thuggin'
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| He got drunk out clubbin'
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| Some niggas followed him home, a Glock nine to the dome
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| It wasn’t long for he was gone
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| For a set of d’s and quarter ki’s we lose to many men
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| And now to many man, understand how to be the man
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| See the man lied, so the man died, I seen the devils in his eyes
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| Though the man in the skys eyeing
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| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yea ya’ll
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| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so
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| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah
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| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord
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| Never confuse luv with lust
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| Retailate bust for bust
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| You can trust in us, we spit that venomous
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| It’s either, them or us, ash to ash, sell the dust
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| We go to war for the peace, ignore the police
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| I still believe that its the east that invented
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| See the west complemented, they always represent it
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| And all my peoples down south keeps it weed scented
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| Better focus, when I put this hocus pocus on the cd
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| I drop mine in braile so them blind cats can read me
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| I’m the cat that curiosity killed, prophesy filled
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| I’m still water that run deeper than hole pussy
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| Get pushy in the clutch, roll up like Dutch Masters
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| I cuts and slashs, plus I, flows like Casius
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| It’s warless clashes you need credit in the last days
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| So when them gats spray, do crime pay when you get shot
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| That’s why I stay calm like www dot, cd
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| For who seeks the actual article
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| You heard it live its certified, mechanic on the mother ship
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| The alien, I changed the course of them with the wings
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| I would love to be considered sin in a physical form
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| Like I’m born to be crucified and mother was born to cry
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| Taught bitches born to live long and bastards are born to die
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| And God and the devil just don’t see eye to eye
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| Coz ya’ll thugs don’t understand that the devil gone always lie
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| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya’ll
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| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so
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| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah
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| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord
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| Living in a world where hearts are cold, yea yeah ya’ll
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| Living in a city where thugs don’t live that long, so
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| Sleeping in a home where only gangsta’s rome, all nite long and ah
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| Thuggin there for days wit my g’s and we pray, help us Lord |