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(Hassan Chop) |
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Thats right I got problems and personal issues |
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Stories that'll make ya--eyes tear and wet tissue |
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Its true, I'm +Madd+ like the +Rapper+ |
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I'm so upset I gotta put it up in my rap before I snapper |
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After the things I've seen from Atlanta to Queens |
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To the mean streets of Brooklyn when I was a teen |
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Back and forth to the Islands, scream when I left |
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But adapted, and still my dreams haven't left |
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I only hung with the crack kids we not the best |
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Me and the ruffest ruffnecks went chest to chest |
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Now my best friend's locked up north I wont rest |
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Til I let him live his dream threw me and I confess |
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That even though both our hearts was dark his was darker |
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Best believe when shit got spark he was the sparker |
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And when the block got hot he was the fire starter |
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And if I had beef my nigga ?Roger? was a martyr |
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(Hassan Chop) |
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I wonder how certain people come in my life |
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I wonder why'd I get in so many fights |
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I wonder why sometimes things just dont go right |
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Why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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I wonder how certain people come in my life |
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I wonder why'd I get in so many fights |
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I wonder...why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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(Hassan Chop) |
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Yo you one of the most important people in my life |
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They called you Dice but I called you cousin |
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We was buggin cause I figured that we both had something in common |
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You loved to chat reggae music and I loved rhymin |
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But still they ain't call you Dice for nuttin |
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I seen you shoot with the williest cats and leave them with nothing |
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Somethin must have pleased that bluffer in you |
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To make you wanna take dough from those tougher than you |
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Threw out school we made money together |
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When you was on the floor shootin, I was the side better |
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And yo we cleaned out them cats and took the scraps |
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But you wasn't a ruff cat and cats knew that |
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I knew eventually them thugs would try to hurt you |
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If I was there, I'd never let nobody hurt you, its hurtful |
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I knew they wouldnt let you take the money and run |
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Thats why I shoulda came when you told me to come |
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(Hassan Chop) |
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I wonder how certain people come in my life |
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I wonder why'd I get in so many fights |
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I wonder...Why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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I wonder how certain things don't go right |
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I wonder why'd I get in so many fights |
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I wonder...why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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(Hassan Chop) |
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Yo it was June sixth 96 Graduation night |
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Made it threw the school shish shootin dice gettin in fights |
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I even sparked a riot, til the school got quiet |
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And dismiss just got tired of usin my fists |
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We had some shit like knife pipes bottles and sticks |
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Cant forget them 380's, Nine's and 22's |
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Best believe, many dudes was paid in my crew |
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We made a name for ourselves boy I've seen some drama |
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Seems my momma never dreamed she'd go threw so much trauma comma, pause you |
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ask about cops and laws |
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Well that shit don't exist when you black and poor |
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So we broke em, but at that night my heart got broken |
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Choken on the weed smoke drinkin rum and gettin open |
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Not to mention, never a big drinker I'm a thinker |
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But I'm thinkin hey dis my night, pass me more liquor |
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Fight breaks out, I'm just too nice to get in it |
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But my brother got stabbed and I missed it.. |
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Word up, its crazy.. |
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why I gotta live this life (wonder) hey hey |
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(Hassan Chop) |
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I wonder why sometimes things just don't go right |
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I wonder why certain people come in my life |
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I wonder.. yeah.. why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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I wonder why sometimes things just don't go right |
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I wonder why'd I get in so many fights |
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I wonder...hey why I gotta live this life hey hey |
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I wonder why sometimes things just don't go right |
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I wonder why I gotta live this life |
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I wonder...why I gotta live this life ay ay uh ay |
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That's right...your life.. |
