| What is fear?
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| Hesitation, excuses, procrastination
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| Justifyin' lack of action
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| This shit is exasperatin'
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| Why lie?
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| I probably cry buckets of tears
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| Stagnated, stuck in a cell doin' nothin' for years
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| When niggas that have hatred flowin' through they’re veins like plasma
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| So much tension in the air it’s hard to breathe like asthma
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| Knowin' in they’re brain
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| That they contribute nothin' but pain
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| But continue to do it because we’ve been through nothin' but flames
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| So let it burn
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| 'Til we in Hell
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| With all the niggas that never learned
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| Nothin' about love so fuck everything that it tells
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| And I meant well but I never had a father that’d spoil me
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| Never educated about faith, patience, and loyalty
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| Dedicated my love to the streets, seekin' royalty
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| Trying to be king of the hill
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| Bonny means for real
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| And then tryna scheme for scrilla
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| Kill whoever try to foil me
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| Life is a dirty game
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| I’ll be a writer 'til you story me
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| (Motherfuckas never loved me so I EARN your hatred
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| I’ve been in Hell, join the militia and BURN wit Raided |
| Locked in a cell 'til the day the ashes fill the earth
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| Final words before the last gasp «I will return») x2
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| What is hope?
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| Undenial and optimism for survival
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| Block missions got niggas locked in prison dead on arrival
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| Tryna balance scales before the day that we meet the Lord
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| More positive than negative as we wanna even the score
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| Tryna balance Hell and Heaven but I keep steppin' in traps
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| Plus my melon is black
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| I keep in held in them sacks
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| I’mma
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| (???) action results in years
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| Trained to slaughter
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| Bellin impacts drownin' my brain with water
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| Liquor sick
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| Fears of bangin' get washed out with this Sisco
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| More beef, fuck peace, cuzz go get your pistol
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| Screamin' «Fuck life» the penitentiary can’t scare a G
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| But when they catch you with your hair (???) fallin' out like chemotherapy
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| Stressed out, you was the Locest nigga walk with your chest out
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| But now you just a broke nigga cause your whole family done check out
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| Hopeless nigga, stretched out
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| In the pen ready to smoke dope and you step out
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| About to go the death route |
| What is love but a manipulator’s lies?
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| That’s why I’m bangin' and ain’t changin'
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| This’ll be the way that I die
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| Strapped to a table sedated with a needle stuck in the vein
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| With a lethal injection travelin through the arteries to the brain
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| And I’m evil infected
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| People neglected to give a fuck here
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| Papa bust a nut cut
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| Left a nigga stuck here
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| So fuck tears, I’m all cried out
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| Like Lisa Lisa
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| When I’m hurtin, I’mma silent nigga unless the heaters speak up
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| A vile nigga that’ll creep up
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| And get the iron of a nigga’s streets up
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| Leave him stiff like I sprayed him with starch
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| Brave in the heart
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| Like Nas and Mel Gibson
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| You can find me in Hell trippin'
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| Holdin Satan for ransom
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| Call God waitin' for answers
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| Tell him «Let us outta here or we’ll rise til Hell’s risen»
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| You can find Lucifer crucified with his tail missin'
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| Fuck a jail sentence, too claustrophobic for cell livin'
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| I’m on a male mission, dodgin' opponents whose shells spittin'
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| (What is love? Huh?
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| What is fear? |
| Huh?
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| What is hope? |
| Huh?
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| What is hate? |
| Huh?) x4 |
| Yeah, go! |