| Hold all of the murderin’up, if you gotta bust a cap then aim it up If you religious praise it up, if you gotta get high then blaze it up For the ones who never gave it up,
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| Take a champagne glass and raise it up Agony was the feelin’when I saw his blood spilling
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| Poppin’lip and taking over his tip is why he had to kill him
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| Now his bodies in chalk and no longer can talk so then a life is lost
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| Somebody tricked off and the killer was caught
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| So now his lifes his cost
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| You might get caught
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| So to make a move these motherfuckers is petrified
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| All the best that tried won’t even slide
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| So just bless the rest that died
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| Is it a test of pride when inside
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| You grip a trigger but you didn’t wanna pull it Could it be a motherfucker that you notice
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| On the other side of the bullet
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| Should it matter now you figure fuck it I’ma waste him
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| It’s just a murda for the nation
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| But some end up locked up, broke up For felonies and over overly motherly abrasion
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| Now in front of me encased in a coffin is a body
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| With people around sad and froze
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| Teardrops and rain
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| But folks didn’t really feel the pain until the casket closed
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| I was drastic chose and the mother threw a frown
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| Even though the gunner was found
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| Cause it seems like yesterday when he was running around
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| Now he under the ground cause they gonna get down in these streets Even
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| though you pack a piece for heat these niggaz urgin’to bust
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| The game ain’t the same so stay away from the curb
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| If you out there serving em’up and
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| hook (repeat)
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| w/ make a toast to yourself for survivng in a world that’s so corrupt
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| Agony was the feelin’when I saw his blood pouring
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| Tragedy mess a man look in the mirror then I see the stud mourning
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| As these streets erases others it encase a brother
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| You had enough heart to waste this brother
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| But could you face his mother I was faced with other
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| Type of problems that had held me back
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| Couldn’t tell me jack now I’m gone in my own zone
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| You ain’t gotta tell me that so me trail me back to a time
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| When a motherfucker 'd lost his will survive
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| Me and my folks had to hustle and steal for a meal
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| Eat or had to kill to survive
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| I remember when you had my back
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| When the relative passed and my momma cried
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| When the house caught flames
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| You collapsed in my arms when you heard that father d’died
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| I take drama in stride
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| Even though I had to go through a thing to get myself together
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| Still suffer but the worst is gone
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| So it’s on till’the roamin’man have his shelter
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| But if I end up back on the streets again and I had to recieve my fate Smoke
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| weed at the wake so the pain and hate escapes
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| To keep the kids straight
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| Cause you did straight if your seed proceed
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| As long as they keep learning and keep growing up Right now we survive in a place that’s full of doubt
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| And about to self-destruct
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| hook x2
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| Visualize in invisible eyes how I individualize
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| Critical cries of pitiful skies that rain pain upon the ghetto land
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| Where the unforgettable dies
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| Subliminal lies mean a motherfucker never gone make it If he don’t peep it and keep it in check soon
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| Womb to the tomb death is in the next room
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| If a nigga ain’t realizin’a k’s and tech’s doom
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| Let’s assume another brother wanna laugh at you
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| I think he just took a blast at you
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| You won’t have it you killed him
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| There go the trigger try to kick it but his niggas coming after you Telling
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| you a stranger must be crazy
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| To step it to a motherfucker that’s dangerous
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| Cause it’s a gang of us throwin’knuckles in the scuffle
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| If we have two things of bust
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| It’s cocaine to us and my brains to dust
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| I represent you up there so I try
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| Long as I leave my enemy bust vacinity crushed
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| I don’t really give a fuck if I die
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| So why lie my people should be glad to survive in the land of the lost It’s a plan of the boss leaving motherfuckers dying
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| With their grandmother’s hand on the cross
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| So I take a stand when I talk ran instead of walked
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| To chalk another victory
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| How you did the caper hid the paper
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| Breaking other niggas off is a mystery
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| With the chemicals and drugs all of these criminals and thugs
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| Just keep comin’up better watch yourself ain’t no love in the streets In a ghetto of a world that’s corrupt
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| hook |