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I'm not sure no more, constant war |
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What's it all for |
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Everybody out here poor |
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Niggas cuttin throat, got crackheads sellin soap |
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Little shorties down the block pushin dope and coke |
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Try and make it out the ghetto, where you gon run to |
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Overseer got you exactly where he want you |
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In the projects doin fucked up things |
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Like sellin crack, it's like my whole family's fiends |
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If it ain't one thing it's bound to be another |
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Peace to all the three time felons, word to mother |
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Niggas gettin hit with outrageous bids |
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While the next man's in the world raisin your kids |
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Now what you gon do, it's all up to you |
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Be your own man or run behind your crew |
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If you get bagged don't expect no help |
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In the street life erybody roll for delf |
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Chorus: (2x) |
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Black on black crime, you know it got to stop |
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It's time that my peeps we start reachin for the top |
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The only way we gonna get there is together |
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Let's start the revolution, you know i'm for whatever |
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If i had one wish, every black man would be rich |
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Own they own property, have they tailor-made bitch |
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Live peacefully in luxury, comfortably |
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Every memory would be a buttermilk fantasy |
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We'd enjoy the great outdoor, muthafuck war |
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Everyday lived would be like a paid rapper on tour |
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Without the problems, we don't really need em |
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Every wiz would be a dime, every nigga would be handsome |
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The only drug would be jaw weed |
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With a little bombazee, that's all a black man need |
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Money would be somethin that we burned in the fire |
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While lampin in alaska with your midnight desire |
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Sippin on daiquiri, happily enjoyin the scenery |
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Snow fall natural like a girl's virginity |
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Erytime be like the first time |
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Somethin like the last time, remindin you of your pasttime |
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When things probably wasn't that great |
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Robbin niggas for weights, spent your childhood upstate |
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Couldn't escape the gun slingin, flower bringin |
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Under the buildin callin yourself kingpinin |
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Chorus (2x) |