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C'mon let's try this Guru.. |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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When I was five years old, I realized it was a road |
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But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold |
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I seen a long cell block, the box, the hold |
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Six hundred fenced in - some innocent, some rotten souls |
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Some men with men - stop it, whoa |
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I ain't runnin up in shit but a broad on her back |
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Tryin to cop a small hammer, move out like +Shawshank+ |
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with +Redemptions+, I got my mind on revenges |
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They tryin to kill me at the same time keep me alive |
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I'm movin out like Adebisi on +Oz+ |
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With my skully on tilt, two whacks in my palm |
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Posted up in the yard, everyday I think of pokin the guard |
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Throw a crack a nigga turnin me in |
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Tryin to crack a nigga turnin me thin |
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Food soakin in lard, news fools get opened in cards |
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with (??), in this prison life, what you livin like? |
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[Chorus] |
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Can you tell me what you live like? |
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Can you tell me what that bed like, what's that cell like? |
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What's livin in hell like? Tell me do you eat right? |
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Do you even sleep right? |
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Yo, tell me what your life like |
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Tell me do you sleep nights, tell me what that life like? |
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Gettin no kites like, no flicks like |
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Make you wanna quit life |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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Them four letters is a mother****er |
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That's forever like a mother****er |
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Without a letter from a mother****er? |
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It ain't even bout the cheddar from a mother****er |
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Write a kite, some flicks from a mother****er |
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Some drawers, some socks, some kicks from a mother****er |
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I can't believe I'm doin this bid for you mother****ers |
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I'm down for another joker case |
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I was dealt this hand, and I'ma play it with my poker face |
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On the block ready to POKE a face |
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I got an L goin around with a smokin case? |
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You steal the deoderant out of CVS, you locked for retail theft |
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I got it body half a block stolen DT vest |
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My rap sheet read three D abreast |
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Dangerous, duct tape daughters |
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I take to the street, like a duck take to water |
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Get your duck game in order |
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My bust game in order, I fluffs 'caine with water |
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[Chorus] |
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[Beanie Sigel] |
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That's ****ed up, you bout to take your longest trip |
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and can't do shit, but suck it up, be strong and shit |
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Handcuffed, ankle to wrist, in back of the bus |
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Flashbacks of you back in the world |
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Can't **** now you thinkin bout who in back of your girl |
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Got her ass up (kill this bitch) playin your crib |
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Thinkin bout who raisin your kids |
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Shit was all good a week ago, 'fore they came and raided your crib |
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6:30 in the morning, they kick your door in |
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Feds pour in, snatch you out your bed while you snorin |
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You unaware of what's goin on and |
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Come to find out, clients you had for years, turned to foreman |
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Told the law about the drops you make |
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How your clientele first started to escalate |
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Givin him keys to your crib, was your next mistake |
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At that dinner table, breakin out that extra plate |
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You can't turn a career addict off his coke habit |
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Put him on post with the toast that promote static |
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Back to the operation, they got you locked at the station |
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**** your back time, you worryin about what you facin |
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Heart racin, situation gettin scary |
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Old clients are showin up, at the preliminary |
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D.A. tryin to bury a nigga to Neveruary, 31st |
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God damn, that gotta hurt |
