| Dirty South stand up mayne, Eastcoast let’s go, Westside let’s ride!
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| Oh… I’m good, It’s two sides of every story nigga."
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| Push your bubs pipes, your life get wiped away, it’s a price you pay to wear
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| that ice today.
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| So that say we ain’t shit cause we clamin' the corner.
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| Well sorry you don’t live, where I live your honor.
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| The feds don’t care, look what they did to drama and what they gon' do,
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| if we collect Obama.
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| The reason I say, we livin' in last day’s, cause shawty got aids givin' pussy
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| away.
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| Maybe I should stab another nigga for DRE
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| Or be the DJ to get some radio play,
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| If I walk right pass ya with nothing to say, holla back another day,
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| cause I’m not okay.
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| Momma always told me every day is like this
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| So when you grow up, don’t play that shit.
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| Daddy always told me every day is like this
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| He say «Son don’t you play that shit»
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| And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin' with me,
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| Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain’t right
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| Stop fucking with me, you can’t see that I’m not okay.
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| Temperature rising, barely surviving', kill with no hidin', they shootin' when
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| I ridin'
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| There comes a time, when the sun goes down, the killers come out,
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| the cowards can’t be found.
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| Animal instinct, I smell bitch niggas, before they make it to me,
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| I know how to deal with em'
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| Last year wasn’t fair, I was almost there, made more in the streets then my own
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| rap carrie
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| When the camaras ain’t on nigga, I ain’t hole and my presents ain’t shown nigga,
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| I ain’t gon'
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| Buck gettin' to the money homie, I ain’t row and the drow time comin',
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| But you know I’m on, holla back!
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| Momma always told me every day is like this
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| So when you grow up, don’t play that shit.
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| Daddy always told me every day is like this
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| He say «Son don’t you play that shit»
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| And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin' with me,
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| Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain’t right
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| Stop fucking with me, you can’t see that I’m not okay.
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| «I mean… I done speak it for it self.
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| What you see, is what you get and
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| What you hear is, what it is… For me anyway, I’m doin' me.
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| DRE! |
| What up homie? |
| Em… Oh man, you know you my nigga mayne.
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| Ay! |
| Just sayin' dough, look it, look it where we at…
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| It’s cool, ha ha haa cause I’m good man.
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| I’m in the streets… And my daughter… I mean my kids gon' eat regardless
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| homie.
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| Momma always told me every day is like this
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| So when you grow up, don’t play that shit.
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| Daddy always told me every day is like this
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| He say «Son don’t you play that shit»
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| And I know, if I go, one of you motherfuckers is comin' with me,
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| Somebody gon' die to night, my mind ain’t right
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| Stop fucking with me, you can’t see that I’m not okay. |