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(Verse 1) |
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Please oh please try to feel my vibe |
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Haters give 5 feel, y'all kill my vibe |
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Forced to hustle and use muscle in this cruel world with no guidance |
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So I really had no choice but to resort to violence |
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Strike the lanes in a '83 Caddy Brougham |
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I got to look up to my G'z cause my daddy's gone |
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My momma was daddy I bought her a card on father's day |
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Though she showed me the path of safety, I choose the harder way |
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Hit the streets got some heat proceed to get paid substantial |
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I had to hit the block and set up shop for my financials |
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My grant is cancelled and I don't play sports I'll never see college |
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So I hang in the hood and got a little street knowledge |
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Sometimes I wonder why I always missed the task raid |
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And why I don't die when they blast me with the gage |
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And why I'm not the same changed drastic in my ways |
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I know the reason why momma fasted and she prayed |
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Told me to get your wealth look out for sell and watch your health |
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And whenever in time of need just call on God for help |
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Stack your mail aviod a prison cell |
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Now faith in God and paying tithes got me living well |
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Don't kiss and tell but your fools got me crossed up |
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This my creation player hation get you tossed up |
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And it's a shame if you don't leave the game |
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You're bound to meet the flames |
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you better hit your knees and call his name |
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(Chorus) |
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I call your name when I need you |
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And you always see me through |
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(Verse 2) |
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I'm ginuwine not a copy and you bustaz can't stop me |
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All you can do follow the rules take notes and watch me |
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Bail pick up the phone gossip make a gang of cells |
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Tell'em Gospel Gangstaz here to take it all you hope I fall |
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I'm not the fall guy homey you picked the wrong guy |
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Your mind done tricked you into believing your own lie |
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Look I keeps it Gospel and Gangsta at the same time |
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You get sick I pray you disrespect and I'm a take mine |
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Cuss God and this westcoast gangish made me famous |
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Beats and lyrics offl the hezzy for shezzy but can you blame us? |
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Runnin like a wild pack of coyotes you can't frame us |
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Property of committee soldiers but you can blame us |
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Trying to own benzes and skyscrapper paying tithes with high paper |
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Got the whole industry trembling while I'm chewing Now n laters |
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They can't fade us don't get mad because the played us |
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I'm down and dirty bout my scratch making fools take haitus |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 3) |
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The notion believed is that we are on some other type stuff |
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But the fact of the matter is we just tuu rough |
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I can talk about this but I choose not too |
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Cause the rules of the crew is rhat you stay loyal & true |
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Don't break rank dogg put God first see that's all we can do |
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Never have loose expectation because that'sbeing unture |
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See I done left the game but Game never left me |
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And when a thug comes off the street |
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he can never really shake his rap sheet |
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my whole purpose is being right and making cheese |
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and I know in order to do that I gotta stay on my knees |
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having a paid for home and a navigator that ain't bad |
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but uh catch me if you can |
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(Chorus) |
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(Verse 4) |
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Meanwhile everybody laugh and played they games |
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I just sit back with my pad taking names |
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Seems strange looking back as I reminisce |
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on how it changed and that's has come to this |
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vide I get this rhyme I get begins |
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my mind just flips this phyco never end |
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life's a trip if I could get away from the game then I would switch today |
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and change my ways |
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it's just a phase I must go through |
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if your mind start playing games what you gonna do? |
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(Chorus) |
