| Sometimes I think about the money
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| I think about the hurdles and the murders in the game
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| Sometimes I think about the game
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| And all the real niggas turn in their freedom for the fame
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| Sometimes I think about dying, sometime I think about crying
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| All i do is it ket it real, sometimes I think about lying
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| Sometimes I think about my nigga in the Fed doing time
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| Ain’t seen his son in 10 years--he can’t be doing fine
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| But still have high spirits; |
| not one single visit
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| Call my phone, crack a smile, just to ask me how I’m living
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| If I tell him I’m doing good, does it make his time harder?
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| So I say I’m all right, I’m just trying to live until tomorrow
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| I love my nigga--he could have been a rat
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| But he chose to be a hundred, so I’m a hundred back
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| Court date, lawyer paid: now that’s what you call love
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| 500 front a 100, now that’s a real plug
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| Sometimes I want to spazz
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| Sometimes I think about the money
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| I think about the hurdles and the murders in the game
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| Sometimes I think about the game
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| And all the real niggas turn in their freedom for the fame |