| 'Blackbird'
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| Its 1993, somethings have been rough
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| You know, they just made me hard
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| I didn’t like when people tried to punk me
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| When people started carrying guns
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| Shit
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| Well anyways
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| In 94… he got shot
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| Which just started a big ol' thing
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| Then a whole bunch of stuff happened
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| 'Woodie'
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| Enemys grab your strap
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| Cause woodies back
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| With a SK choppa for your ass
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| West trunk, norteño, earn my strap to the youngins livin fast
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| Strapped and young with a lot to prove
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| Dared anyone to make a move
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| Buckin at those scraps in west bouelvard way back in 92
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| Now its 99, been to hell and back
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| Blackbird is gone, I dwell on that
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| Nigga what could I have done to change the way shoot
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| Went down wish I can bring him back
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| This gangbangin done took its tole-al
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| Drinkin golden to keep control
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| To please my soul where the demons grow
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| Gotta be true, realse its horns
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| It won’t let go
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| So I keep on ridin
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| Slide that clip in ready to drop them bodys
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| Enemys to come get at me
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| So your ass…
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| I know when its time for me to go
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| Im gonna die in a cloud of guns |
| Wildcats dreams,…
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| When negative thoughts in the back of my mind
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| Gotta find a way to make that cavi
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| Tied of seeing the homies broke gotta plan to have our lifes livin lavey
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| Rappin about this life we lead
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| Rappin about this blunt we shared
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| But the diferent ways homies bled
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| To keep eachother one step ahead
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| When enemys aproach
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| Should I run or should I kill
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| Fuck running im gonna produce a murder with my steel
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| What if your slippin without your strap…
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| When enemys aproach
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| Should I run or should I kill
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| Fuck running im gonna produce a murder with my steel
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| Im trying to keep my thoughts in check everyday
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| I struggle to keep my mind sane
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| Pull an ak and I can’t tell
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| Heaven and hell is playing mind games
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| Through trials and tribulation
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| I developed an act for paitience
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| So im camoflauged and waitin
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| When it comes to retalation
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| Infrotration, servein, your spot, gotta plot
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| So I don’t get caught
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| My click be hot by the cops
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| What’s up, they love to empty out antioch
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| Therefore regaugin my tacticts
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| The avergae soldier couldn’t grasp it |
| But ill leave it that
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| Cause I know detective’s try decoding my raps
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| There trying to lock all of us up
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| Killed the babys and locs
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| They knew Snoop didn’t kill nobody
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| Instead sentence him to the most
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| No, got the media on there side
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| The media paves the nation wide
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| They just relable the government
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| For the public eyes
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| This world is bulit up of gangs
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| Some are big and some are small
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| FBI, CIA, norteno, crip, blood
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| Were all set trippin
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| But the ATF deciedes how many straps we get
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| The DEA agents deciedes how much coke and heriorn is smuggled in
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| And so on, it goes on
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| From the top to the bottom
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| Word to bottom
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| Livin up in these streets
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| Fuck you bitch
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| And you ask me why I shot him
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| I’d love to have a family
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| A beautiful wife that under stands me
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| Many sons and a daughter
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| But to be a fater on the brink os sanitity
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| Would it be fair
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| If one day daddy disapeared
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| Weather I lost my mind or lost my life
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| Left with mommy to care
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| Would they end up like me
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| Its deffanitly a possibilty
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| Just one of one thousand questions hittin me up |
| Inside its killing me
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| But if
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| Come stickin by my lonely guns
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| I protect my lil homie and have an army of some
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| Fuck it
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| I’ll teach him everything that I know
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| Make sure there’ll become hard
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| When blood attacks, cover there tracks
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| Loyaty above all loss
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| I gotta keep dreamin
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| To keep them demons out my head
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| So I don’t snap
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| I might pull my wig back
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| Or your wig back
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| I deal with it, in a full stare
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| When im stable
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| Better remain be able to keep those shady thoughts cradle
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| Take it in
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| Day by day
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| Yo when the sun hits the night its fatle
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| Look in the sky
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| Peek a star
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| Its blackbird tonight
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| Im choppin it up With my big homie
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| He might be gone, but he’s still in my life
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| Its impossible to seperate us
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| Were one of the same spirit
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| His flash is gone
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| But his soul is on
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| When he speaks to me
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| I hear it
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| The only difference is
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| I walk on the earth, still caught up in drama
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| But whem my number…
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| 'Blackbird'
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| Whenever you wanna talk to me
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| Ill be listening don’t worry
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| 'Woodie'
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| Hear that home boys
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| He’s still with us
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| Just not in the flesh |
| Woodie watching over all of us
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| Ill see you in a minute los
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| I love ya
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| Ill bring a 40 if I can
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| Yeah and I love all my family
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| All my homies
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| Ya know
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| I never turn my back on any of ya
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| How could I
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| Look what snoop did
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| Loyalty above all loss |