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Just blaze |
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I spit an' reload things since livin' was gold rings |
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Fuck a piece of the pie, nigga, gimme the whole thing |
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I done seen death, seen less, seen more |
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Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen |
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It's pain |
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I deliver, reflection, every word like a mirror |
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Bigger picture, try to keep shit in perspective |
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Dumbs out, guns out 'til my time runs out |
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Capitalistic drivin' force, got no remorse |
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But I feel shit catchin' up, time wrappin' up |
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Shyne had enough, still |
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I can't have enough |
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Somethin' 'bout the engine roarin', soarin' |
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Wind in my face, top down, take me to another place |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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The day I stuck my head out my mother's womb, |
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I was doomed |
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Repeatin' the |
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Lord's prayers, sittin' in this court room |
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I'm cursed, we havin' dreams of leavin' here up in a hearse |
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I wonder when |
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I close my eyes will it hurt |
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I'm suicidal, can't take the pressure or this pain |
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Too much for these young eyes |
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Real G's don't die, that's a lie' |
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Cuz I'm dyin' inside, cryin' inside |
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Look at me sweatin', palms shakin' |
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Hidin' inside, drive-bys an' quarter ki's |
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This ain't what it oughta be, almost caught a ki |
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They're tellin' me that there's more to see |
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God, listen, it was him or me |
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Sorry for the choices |
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I chose, the bricks that |
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I soldThe voices |
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I rolled, the concrete roads |
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Accept me as |
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I come into your presence |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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What's it all about? |
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Sittin' in this jail house |
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Eleven counts, but only one count |
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That's the color of my skin, black robes, white justice |
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Clarence Thomas is a motherfuckin' puppet |
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Murder anyone over 21 |
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Through my travels |
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I've been seen, barrels an' gavels |
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Diamonds an' castles, caught up in this solution called life |
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When you bitch niggaz is shootin', aim right |
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Say goodnight to the bad guy |
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Last time you're gonna see a bad guy like me |
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I'm the last of the dyin' breed |
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Hope these words burn your brain, find a place in your heart |
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Close my eyes an' pray in the dark |
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Ask God what's the meanin'? |
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Leavin' niggaz screamin' |
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Bullet holes bleedin', |
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I see demons |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
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Yellow bottles, models, hollows 'til my very end |
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Catchin' up to |
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God quicker, high off this liquor |
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Niggaz come to get ya, betta know they're comin' with ya |
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Diamonds an' |
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Mac 10'sDiamonds an' |
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Mac 10'sDiamonds an' |
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Mac 10'sDiamonds an' |
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Mac 10's, tell a friend |
