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Them some small ass niggas man |
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What happened to the realism god? |
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Keep it tight! |
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(niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son |
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Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin) |
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(niggas wasn't playin knuckles now |
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Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more) |
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Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin |
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(niggas playin piddy-pat) |
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Word up |
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Let's build this shit right here |
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Build this mountain of thought, thought process |
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Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick |
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Knahmean, for real let's get it on |
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(you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) |
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[pop the brown hornet] |
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Growin up i never thought it'd be like this |
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Them kids i used to run with they end up on my hit list |
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I remember when we used to rhyme |
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Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines |
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And crack got us buggin |
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No more lovin and huggin |
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It's strictly slug servin over turf |
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What's it all worth |
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See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt |
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And brothers don't think no more |
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Cause all they wanna see is war |
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Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by america |
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And can't even see the realness |
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Get your act together, it's about to blaze |
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Republicans they got them democrats in a daze |
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Cops are killin blacks more than ever |
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Blacks are killin blacks more than ever |
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We're blind in every which way shape and form |
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You better analyze that the revolution's on |
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They could care less about the black man's stress |
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I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest |
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Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin |
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Mothers are cryin but i'm still packin the iron |
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They say god works in mysterious ways |
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Well, so do the devil on a whole different level |
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That was one of the good ones, now he's gone |
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I just seen him last night, word bond |
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Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain |
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Just remember his face and his name |
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Chorus: |
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Mercy mercy me |
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Things ain't what they used to be |
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Like people change |
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Oh things ain't what they used to be |
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(you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse) |
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Mercy mercy me |
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Things ain't what they used to be |
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They rearrange |
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Time is runnin out black man |
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(they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains) |
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[rubberbands] |
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My mom said it wouldn't work, callin me a jerk |
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Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts |
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Never thought i'd be the one that i said i wouldn't be |
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As a child, livin my life in misery |
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Eighteen years of age, i thought this was the easy stage |
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But i guess i got in wrong |
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With so much pressure on my back i can just collapse |
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But the black man stand strong like the eiffel tower |
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I'm dealin with some hard times |
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You wouldn't understand what i'm goin through |
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Wakin up with pains in my head that's unbearable |
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Just caught a few but if i catch another case |
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I might be placed in a correctional facility |
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Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime |
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But then again there's always a first time |
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[down low recka] |
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Lord have mercy on these niggas man |
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(oh mercy mercy me) |
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Yo everyone was at the wake cryin |
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Family members and close friends, inside they dyin |
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For some it's never understood |
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But the bottom line is he gone for good |
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Heh, i say a prayer then exit to my left |
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Cause i'm still here waitin for my date with death |
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Sometimes i wonder what's better |
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Either walkin with the dead forever |
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Or meet my creator sooner than later |
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I often hope that the way i chose was the right one |
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Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one |
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Quick to throw grease in your path |
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You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh |
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But i'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip |
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I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit |
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Been through a lot, now i got my hands in this pot |
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And it ain't gon stop |
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Times are changin, illuminati want it all |
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And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all |
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Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash |
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That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy |
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Word up |
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Let's build this shit right here |
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Build this mountain of thought, thought process |
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(they took it to a higher plane, but g.p. climbs and maintains) |
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Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick |
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Knahmean, for real let's get it on |
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(you sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse |
