| Broke and all I had was my homeboys
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| Either build or destroy, what you going for?
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| Just a pawn and a plan tryin' to hold on
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| When the smoke clear why was the war fought?
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| Bout time you abandon the folklore
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| How you rich but your bitch in an old Ford?
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| How you black sellin' crack for the white man?
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| How you real, wouldn’t kill for your right hand?
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| On the stand sworn in with ya right hand
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| It was all goin' good 'til the rave end
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| Knife scars on ya neck from ya best friend
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| Now it’s talk, leave a tec' on ya nightstand
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| Leave a nigga dead to the world 'til his life end
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| You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it
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| You’re missin' the target, what more can you ask me for?
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| You want it, my dearly departed
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| I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for?
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| More black kids killed from a pill than the FEDs in the projects
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| In the planned parenthood playin' God with ya mom’s check, you ain’t even been
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| to prom yet
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| Sixteen, heard you wanna be a star girl
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| What he charge for the dream? |
| Getcha ball girl
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| What’s the price for a life in this dark world?
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| Couple hundred where I come from, how you sleep when the sun down?
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| I ain’t really tryna judge, they be lookin' for somebody you can love
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| He was lookin' for somebody he could fuck
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| Took ya body, wouldn’t bother with you none
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| Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums
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| Caught up in the fun
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| You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it
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| You’re missin' the target, what more can you ask me for?
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| You want it, my dearly departed
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| I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for? |