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Tryin to make it.. |
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It's been a long road |
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Sic-wid-it records |
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[master p & e-40] |
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Unnnnnnnnnggggghhhhh! (c'mon, ooh) |
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Y'all feel that? (i feel it playboy, i smell you) |
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It's real out here 40 (it's real pee!) |
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[e-40] |
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I'm out here in the slums where thugs be usin, ghetto tactics |
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Like, choppin up candy canes |
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Sittin on top of a dried up jcpenney day mattress |
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Whatever it takes to survive, see that's what i supply |
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Like slippin and slidin in the grocery store |
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And settling out of court |
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Soft white coke a black turn into hard solidses |
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Thirty-eight snub nosed pistol grip lay nijjas on they wah-wah |
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The saga continues, the struggle's just beginnin |
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And it's hard to look up to snotty folks, cause they be sinnin |
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'pac gone, biggie gone, seagram gone -- and we also lost eazy-e |
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One of the first gangster rappers of all time |
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To the most vicious and deadliest disease in history since cancer |
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To acquired immune deficiency syndrome, tombstone |
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From the graveyard shift, rbl's mister c |
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One love, to rappin ron and plann b |
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Victims of the trigger (unnngggggggghhhhhh) |
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Po' out a little liquor |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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It's not the same, this world is crazy |
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We out here goin through it all |
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Everything must change, it's gettin shady |
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Got our backs against the wall |
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[master p] |
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Unggggggggghhhhhhh, i shed tears for pain 40, some for anger |
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Seen bloodshed by crooked cops, and gangbangers |
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Feel my pain (unnnggghhh) only time'll change it |
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And fast money, cars, and bitches got me trapped in this game |
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And my lil' homies ballin, picture me fallin |
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And momma in the funeral screamin and crawlin |
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Is there a heaven or hell? |
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To ghetto kids in the anky only time will tell |
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And jealousy, and envy, come with money |
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While crooked, politicians, run the country |
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And it's a, damn shame to see my, weeples vanish |
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Now they teach us ebonics, what about english and spanish |
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I couldn't, live my life behind bars and gates |
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While the government play a game called process to eliminate |
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Chorus |
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[e-40] |
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Case #246, shootin in an inhabited area |
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They was steady complainin about the dope sellin |
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But they ain't never been evicted, or convicted |
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They ain't never been subpeonaed to court, or arrested |
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Shackled like an animal for pushin rocks |
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Dang near choked to death by motorcycle cops |
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Pepper sprayed and laughed at like that shit was funny |
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Pregnant breezy threw down on her tummy |
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Do you ever think i'll ever be able to get |
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A chance to repent and ask the lord for forgiveness |
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Before he close the casket, will my son end up growin up |
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Without a father will he end up bein a bastard? |
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A bastard -- that's a good question (unggggggggghhhh!) |
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I don't know, i don't know |
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Chorus |