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Smooth it out |
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This is a story about the drifter |
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Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown |
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Who never planned on havin' so dick |
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Why me huh? |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright now |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Some get a little and some get none |
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Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done |
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I was one who never had and always mad |
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Never knew my dad, mother **** the fag |
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Where anywhere |
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I did pick up, flipped the clip up |
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Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups |
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I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed |
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My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out |
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I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit? |
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They got 'em quick, |
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I had to eat, this money's good as spent |
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I threw in graves, |
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I wasn't paid enough |
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I kept 'em long 'cause |
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I couldn't afford a haircut |
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I got laughed at, |
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I got chumped, |
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I got dissed |
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I got upset, |
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I got a tech in the banana clip |
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Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head |
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I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did |
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Or done, if not for bad luck, |
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I would have none |
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Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one |
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Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one |
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And always wanted to live like just a fat one |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright now |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects |
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Livin' in the slums with bums, |
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I sit and watch them |
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Do I have to be like this? |
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Momma said |
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I'm priceless |
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So I am all worthless, starved and it's just for being a nice kid |
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Sometimes |
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I wish I could afford a pistol then, though |
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Last stop to hell, |
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I would've ended things a while ago |
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I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack |
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Four squad stolen cars in a black jack |
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Drop that and now you want me to rap and give? |
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Say somethin' positive, well positive ain't where |
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I livedI lived right around a corner from |
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West HellTwo blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell |
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The sun never shone on my side of the street, see |
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And only once or twice a week |
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I would speak |
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I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home |
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I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome |
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Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old |
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And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold |
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Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way |
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But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play |
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I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now |
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How will I do it, how will |
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I make it? |
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I won't, that's how |
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Why me, huh? |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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Everything's gonna be alright now |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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My third year to adulthood and still a knucklehead |
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I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said |
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I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night |
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Playin' hide and seek with a machete[Incomprehensible] like |
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Freddy swipe |
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Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now |
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I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?' |
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Cause I done been through more shit within the last week |
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Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete |
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I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong |
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Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song? |
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So don't say jack and please don't say you understand |
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All that man to man talk just hot damn |
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If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet |
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And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it? |
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And ill town fell like |
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I stuck-up props, got shot |
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Don't worry, |
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I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped |
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But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast |
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They changin' schools, |
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I'm the misfit that will outlast |
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But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards |
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That's what you get for ****in' with a ghetto bastard |
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If you ain't ever been to the ghetto |
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Don't ever come to the ghetto' |
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Cause you ain't understand the ghetto |
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And stay the **** out of the ghetto |
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Why me? Why me? |
