| If you in your car buckle up
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| But if you don’t like what I’m sayin' when you see me knuckle up
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| No studio gangsta stories or tall tales full of fiction
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| I’m spittin' the life of a nigga that’s full of indecision
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| Don’t know which way to go
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| At the crossroads
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| It’s time to elevate the game
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| Cuz they spit the same ol' same
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| Cuz a nigga done grew up
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| Through some shit that’ll make the average nigga fold up
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| Thought I had it sowed up
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| But hold up, you know what?
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| I realized the World wouldn’t give a fuck whether I’m here or not
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| And that’s contrary to all that other madness that you hear a lot
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| Ain’t no bigger figures, just us niggas
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| Sometimes they give us action
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| This shit is crashin' back to Earth like Michael Jackson
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| It don’t matter how much scrilla
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| You got, you still a nigga
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| They either assassinate your character, frame ya, or they kill you
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| I don’t blame you, if you don’t feel the, game I wrote
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| We’ve been brainwashed, unconscious prisoners ever since we left the boat
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| Subliminal messages from bands to reject this shit |
| But they can’t hide the truth no matter what they try to do
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| My judgment day is everyday
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| Fuck what they say
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| And make 'em pay
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| Grab your H.K., and dragon slay
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| And make a day
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| Would you rather ride or stay a puppet?
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| In the ghetto makin' crumbs, why they makin' scrilla by the bucket
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| But fuck it
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| To each his own
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| But to me it’s on
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| Fuck the chest, forget the vest, I’m aimin' for enemy domes
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| Cuz only the strong, survive, one life to live
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| Let off some rounds
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| What’s that sound? |
| It’s goin' down
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| Fuck all y’all
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| Fuckin' with my mind
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| Until you all fall
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| Misanthropy
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| Fuckin' with my mind
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| You can’t understand yours
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| Now can you understand my
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| Misanthropy?
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| Second Verse:
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| I did four hundred years in Hell
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| Now they tryin' to give me twenty-five to life in the cell
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| Got’cha boy on the run and if they catch me it’s over
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| Rollin' in a Nova
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| Three-fifty packin' a forty-caliber Mag importer
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| Declarin' war, on the system
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| Askin' for help, but the muthafuckas didn’t listen
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| They tried to get killed, but now they label me a killer |
| You lived by the scroll, but you gone die by the scrilla
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| Neither of you can see the pain in my eyes, fuck a disguise
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| I wear it on my shoulder like a bass
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| Causin' casualties like M*A*S*H
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| Been a soldier in the truest sense
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| Born and raised in a war zone, it’s always on
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| And you can die in an instant
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| As infants grow up to be convicts
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| Knew how to shoot a gun since the age of six
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| Little lunatic
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| Papa didn’t wanna raise a punk
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| Beat’cha til' you hate it, his ass grew up and beat’cha while you ride punk
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| I’m unapproachable, can’t nobody tell me shit
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| I got my mind made up, fuck a psychiatrist
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| I don’t need nobody tryin' to tell me what I’m thinkin'
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| The ghetto is stuck on quicksand and it’s sinkin', it’s goin' down
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| We are peaceful people
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| We are loving people
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| We love everybody who loves us
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| We’re non-violent with people who are non-violent with us
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| We are NOT non-violent with ANYONE, who is violent with us
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| Third Verse:
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| ]From day one the odds was against me
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| Nate one have love for a nigga, so the Devil tried to tempt me |
| To loc up, revolt, rebel
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| Said «You might as well
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| You already, livin' in Hell»
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| I got, somethin' in my soul tellin' me «Nigga this shit ain’t right»
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| The Lord never answered, but I prayed with all my might
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| So fuck waitin' patient, it’s a virtue I don’t have
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| I got money on my mind and I want my shit in cash
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| Fuck a forty acre and a mule
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| I want everything that you owe me, it’s time to pay your dues
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| I was used, and abused, for centuries
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| But when they mention warfare, they never mentioned me
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| But can you picture me?
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| On top of the World? |
| Runnin' shit with a major attitude
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| Madder than that prophet bitch
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| With a clip full of shit
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| Tearin' your ass to pieces, when the trigger releases
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| You’re deceased and you got them P. D's, D. A's, judges and polices
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| Peep the thesis
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| We gets, hot like volcanic lava
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| I’m down to slide a niggas drama
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| Speedin' shit up like some java
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| Fuck a comma
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| It don’t pause, I’m steady unloadin'
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| Unstoppable nigga the Glock goes plop-plop on that ass
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| And suckers steady foldin'
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| I’m hatin' men like the lesbians |
| Always down for drama doin' shit just thesbian
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| Only love my Mama, traumatize your ass with the quick
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| Better come prepared if you try to ride or try to diss my clique
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| It’s goin' down nigga |