| Ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change, I’m still the same Vinnie
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| I’m still the same fat motherfucker, same guinea
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| A little bit more money. |
| That’s why I ain’t skinny
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| Still the same block-hugger, still the same city
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| I still got the same people that remain with me
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| That was drinking 40s with me when they slain Biggie
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| And the same motherfuckers felt the pain with me
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| When my stepfather died and they came with me
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| I ain’t expect nothing less from them. |
| They chained to me
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| Spiritually, mentally, we the same really
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| We all was raised on different blocks in the same Philly
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| Still some stupid motherfuckers saying they can’t feel me
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| Actually they do feel me, they just ashamed really
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| That they ain’t shining like the kid, a bunch of lames really
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| Dirtbags trying to make the kid insane really
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| But Louie Dogs just impervious to pain really
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| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes
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| Thinking I’m the shit
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| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me
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| You gon' know who you’re fucking with
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| I been this way since I came of age
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| And I never did play them games
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| I’ll be this way till the day I lay
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| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change
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| It ain’t anybody ever gonna hold me down
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| I’m one of the greatest ever, homie. |
| I stole the crown
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| I’m too strong and fast. |
| You ain’t slowing me down
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| I’m gonna keep beating your head. |
| Call me Homie D. Clown
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| I hope that y’all are holding close to your rosaries now
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| I think I got a couple snitches that’s close to me now
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| If I was them I’d keep it moving. |
| Be ghost from me now
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| And pray that they don’t run into Vinnie socially now
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| It’s always one motherfucker trying to set you up
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| Dry snitch take something from you, wet you up
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| I was sleeping, being dumb, trying to protect the fuck
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| He getting buck fifty. |
| Slice him from his neck to gut
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| All in all ain’t nothing changed. |
| Still the same squad
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| Some are still hustling summers at the same job
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| Some is 9 to 5, some is on the graveyard
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| I’d rather have them on tour with me so I pray hard
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| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes
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| Thinking I’m the shit
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| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me
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| You gon' know who you’re fucking with
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| I been this way since I came of age
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| And I never did play them games
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| I’ll be this way till the day I lay
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| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change
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| I’m the truth motherfucker, not built to betray
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| With the philosophy that Rome wasn’t built in a day
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| No matter how strong the body, it wilts and decay
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| After it’s hit by a shotty that’s silver and grey
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| I’m a mess, bipolar. |
| I’m willing to say
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| That there ain’t a woman that’s living that’s willing to stay
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| Somebody please fix my head. |
| I’m willing to pay
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| I’m too at ease with the dead and the killing, okay?
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| Damn, I’m anti-social. |
| I’d rather be home
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| And when I’m drunk Planet and Crypt carry me home
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| I don’t have a happy ending, just tragedy homes
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| You better address me as Mister or Majesty, homes
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| I’m a messiah. |
| I’m a liar. |
| I have to be stoned
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| I’m a pariah. |
| I retire. |
| I have to be cloned
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| I have fire. |
| I’m desire. |
| This has to be known
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| I’m a survivor, a relier on tragedy’s throne
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| Every morning I rise up, I open my eyes
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| Thinking I’m the shit
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| I guarantee if you’re fucking with me
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| You gon' know who you’re fucking with
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| I been this way since I came of age
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| And I never did play them games
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| I’ll be this way till the day I lay
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| Cause ain’t a goddamn thing gonna change |