| Uh, y’all remember?, nahmean?
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| Everythin', strugglin', comin' up
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| That’s why I’m writin' to myself right now
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| Gotta make this come up, man
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| Get that dough, do these shows
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| Up late in studios
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| Tell all these groupies no
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| Not right now, gotta write down
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| My life on paper, again
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| Spend the night with gangsters
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| Spend the night with strangers
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| Feel the slice from a razor
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| In my hood, niggas fight 'til they make up
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| Shoot dice 'til they blaze up
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| Po-nine come and chase us
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| Through the streets, feel the slice on our faces
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| So many nights in the cages
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| So many fights, outrageous
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| Niggas pullin' out gauges
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| Bullets flyin' outrageous
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| Better run, better duck, hit the pavement
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| I’m outta luck, backed up by my payments
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| Patience, runnin' out
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| I’m all alone, with the gum in my mouth
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| Pacin', back and forth
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| I’m on the phone with my son and my spouse, thinkin'
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| Of good times, jot down hood rhymes
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| From the tour-bus to the corners, it’s torture
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| Feels like I’m in danger
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| Paranoid, slip one up in the chamber
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| Had the gun in The Rain
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| Cuz’of the pain, I’m a thug, do you blame us?
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| I came up through the gang stuff
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| On the train with the chain tucked
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| Rings and a King Tut'
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| Three-piece suits and a clean cut
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| On a job search, better not get robbed first
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| Situation gets a lot worse
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| Percipitation is hard work
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| Lost youths, no-one to talk to
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| Sixteen-years old just jumped off the roof head first
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| Could be the network
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| Ghetto expert, devil network
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| Another peer is dead in the dirt
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| Another tear that I shed on my shirt
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| Another beer that’s spread on the earth
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| Another year that I’m led by a hearse
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| Come here I know that it hurts, and
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| My nigga I know thieves that grow trees
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| For the fours, for the dope, for the smoke and the four ki’s
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| Know niggas that throw ki’s
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| On the boat, with the dope, with the coke and the trophies
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| Speed it up like ho please
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| Big ballers, mo' cheese
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| Goatees, 40 ounce of the OEs
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| For the tons, to the ki’s, to the pounds to the Oz’s
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| Bag it up for the lo-fi's
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| Street hustlers toke weed, both Gs
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| One time for the OGs, flip birds in OTs, dro' breeze
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| Hot time for the low-cs
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| Invest the proceeds, no peace
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| Roll niggas in the opi’s, for the scope, the soap
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| The slope and the roast these
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| Know bitches who take shit for the sake
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| For the wake, for the snake, for the cake glist'
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| Know bitches that make wits
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| For the sake, the grape, the rape and the fake tits
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| Speed it up 'fo the jake hits
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| No time for baked bits
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| Make hits, write down where the lake sits
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| From the blocks, take trips to the lines, to the flake glist'
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| Ride around in the '86
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| Why bredren hate tricks, lay chicks
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| One time for the state picks, one time for eight bricks, great clicks
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| Frontline for the state picks, all in my wavemix, stay fixed
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| Main Flo gotta escape quick
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| From the gate to the plate to the date to the matrix |