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Ain't from the streets of |
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ComptonAin't from no prison yard |
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Ain't got no guns or weapons |
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Hell, nigga, |
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I ain't hard |
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I'd rather help than fight you |
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I'd rather hug than swing |
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I know where diamonds come from |
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And ain't about to bling |
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Ain't got no fancy car |
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I can't afford my rent |
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Ain't even got my own style |
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Sometimes |
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I'm 50 Cent |
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But I ain't got not bullets |
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And I ain't bullet proof |
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And you can take your aim |
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But you can't kill the truth |
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Ay, yo, untie that noose |
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Son, we ain't free, we're loose |
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I'm sleeping on the floor |
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Above your party's burning roof |
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And when that party's through |
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Here's what you need to do |
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Just hold that mic right to your heart |
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And hear the beat of you |
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GodAnd boy, it sounds hard |
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GodAnd boy, it sounds hard |
