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A big city baby |
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Time to bend on some shit |
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Yall people dont understand |
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That shit is real out here |
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Im a tell yall a story |
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Now this story didnt happen too long ago |
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And it wasnt that far away |
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Its about some real niggas |
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Niggas doin real things aight |
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So let me get to the first page and ill break it down like this |
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Chapter one |
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[ lil fame ] |
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I was a young child, lost, went to church on sundays |
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Walking a narrow road that lead me to gunplay |
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I was a good boy respect my mommy |
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Looked up to them ogs like querto, phil, and donny |
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Felt good as a young nigga |
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Comin home from school gettin love from them neighborhood drug dealers |
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Wrote change, cadillac sevilles |
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But spoke real, was a tradition, brownsville |
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That was the first chapter, passin these stages |
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But the book is wider and its a lot more pages |
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The game changed, people got foul |
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And the same little chuch boy is buckwild |
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Runnin wit my homeboys from three three nine |
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And one five four five, totin four fives |
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I kept dreams of being a rap dude |
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But i know the streets too well so i pack tools |
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I lost a lot of loved ones to these streets |
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And lost a lot of loved ones over beef |
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That goes to show these streets haunt ya |
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Look what society created now, a monsta |
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[ chorus: m.o.p. ] |
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My day and age was a different role |
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Its when a slug take a niggas soul |
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(slug take a niggas soul) |
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Follow your dreams and follow your goals |
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Cause who knows what the future holds? |
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(who knows what the future holds?) |
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Our man died and was left cold |
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Because a slug took the niggas soul |
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(slug took the niggas soul) |
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Follow your dreams and follow your goals |
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Cause who knows what your future holds |
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(this is what your future holds) |
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[billy danze] |
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I wish somebody would lend a hand |
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So they could see how i fell inside |
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Im on an emotional roller coaster ride |
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Nothing to hide |
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A long time ago i set aside my pride |
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And used my past as a ghetto guide |
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A few good men died, several wept stood beside me |
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So i could smooth out the road for those that come behind me |
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You know where you can find me |
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Out on the back blocks |
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Grippin black glocks in front of crack spots |
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Its just a hobby |
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And since i was a baby |
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Thuggin, smokin, drinkin, totin is how the first family raised me |
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( he who lives as a gangter, will perish in these streets ) |
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I know thats deep |
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But i still shed tears for my mother, two years |
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After shed been laid to rest |
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And still some things i need to chisel off my chest |
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My remedy for stress, i conversate wit my oldest brother |
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Ten years after his death |
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I know theres nothin left |
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So im forced to take a deep breath |
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Before i attempt to take another step |
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A lot of brothas slept |
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A lot of brothas was left cold in the street and told |
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This is what your future holds |
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[ chorus ] |
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So there you have it |
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You see, a lot of niggas talk about bullshit |
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Talkin about cars, jewels, and money |
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But in all reality, we all come out the same bag of shit |
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Some of us may never see tomorrow |
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So my niggas |
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Dont you never dont you ever forget where you come from |
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Salute |
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M.o.p. for life baby |