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Y'all ain't never just tripped and pictured |
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And just looked at the whole situation |
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Cause once u look at it |
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You know |
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(really do) |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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Thuggin' till the day I die |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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And when I start to rise |
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A hero in their children's eyes |
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Now they give a ***** about us |
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Some say *****z is hard headed cause we love to trick |
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Equipped with game so we bang wit this thuggish *****t |
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I see you trying to hide |
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Hoping that nobody don't notice |
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You must always remember you still a member of the hopeless |
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See ya black like me |
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So you snap like me |
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When these devils try to plot |
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Trap our young black seeds |
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Look it |
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Cops are just as crooked as the *****s they chasin' |
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Lookin' for role models |
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Our father figures is bases |
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Some say they expect Illuminati take my body to sleep |
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*****s at the party with they shotties |
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Just as rowdy as me |
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Before I flee computer chips |
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I gotta deal wit brothas flippin |
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I don't see no devils bleedin' |
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Only black blood drippin |
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We can change |
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Whatcha now say? |
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I'm watchin *****z work their lives out without pay (huh) |
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Whatever it takes to switch places wit the bustas on top |
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I'm bustin' shots make the world stop |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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[Chorus] |
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And if I choose to ride |
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Thuggin' till the day I die |
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(Nobody) |
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Cause they don't give a ***** about us |
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But when I start to rise |
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A hero in they children's eyes |
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Now they give a ***** about us |
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And if I choose to ride |
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Thuggin' till the day I die |
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Nobody gives a ***** about us |
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But when I start to rise |
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A hero in they children's eyes |
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Now they give a ***** about us |
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[EDI] |
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It's the morning after and now all the laughter is gone |
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Time to reflect on what you did cause they saying you wrong |
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I'm sure you had your reasons dawg |
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I don't doubt you |
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See the simple fact of the matter is they don't give a ***** about you |
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Or them five mouths you forced to feed (uh-huh) |
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No including yourself |
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All you want is what they perceiving as greed |
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So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em |
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I was on paper |
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Thinking they don't give a ***** about us |
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[Tupac] |
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I'm seeing it clearer |
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Hating the picture in the mirror |
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They claim we inferior |
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So why the ***** these devils fear ya? |
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I'm watching my nation die genocide the cause |
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Expect a blood bath |
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The aftermath is y'alls |
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I told ya last album, we need help cause we dying |
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Give us a chance, help us advance cause we trying |
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Ignore my whole plea, watching us in disgust |
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And then they beg when my guns bust |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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[Chorus]x2 |
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And if I choose to ride |
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Thuggin' till the day I die |
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Nobody gives a ***** about us |
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But when I start to rise |
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A hero in they children's eyes |
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Now they give a ***** about us |
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[Kastro] |
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Now all my homies got love for me |
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Down to catch a slug for me |
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Guaranteed to bleed deeply |
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Now that's love |
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*****t |
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Nobody else could give a ***** |
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If I'm tore down, from the floor down |
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Six-feet deep in the cut |
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What the ***** done went wrong |
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How long will I be mourned? |
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When I'm gone, same song |
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Ain't gave a ***** all along |
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And who am I to blame em? |
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Just do or die through the rainin' |
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Since they don't give a ***** |
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I don't |
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Feel what I'm saying? |
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[Kadafi] |
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Now thug *****z die but multiply in doubles |
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Wrapped in plastic |
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Or closed casket for our troubles |
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Pressed in times |
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We busted like bubbles |
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With the police |
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This nation's peace sent here to run you |
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Now look at what this crooked world has come to |
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I grew up on the other side of perfect, a life of hurtin' |
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Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin certain |
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So I spent your time in poor and working |
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I see no reason |
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So I stay ballin' season to season |
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Why you stuck thinking that they give a *****? |
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[Napolean] |
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You tell me my world is in peace, but ***** your lying |
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Cause half of my *****s, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying |
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Sometimes I think my block is dying |
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And that it's awful |
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To wake up to another day, *****t ain't change that all fool |
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I wake up sweatin, dreamin, coughin |
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Seein' me upside down backwards head twisted |
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While I'm layin in the coffin |
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The *****t comes around so often |
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So tell me something |
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Before I take it out on the world, and get to dumpin' |
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***** I been so through pain go through the struggle |
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Doin the same thing you did at my age and that's hustlin |
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On the edge of straight bustin' |
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Well since you don't give a ***** |
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I be frontin |
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And I'ma drink my Hennessey like it ain't nothin |
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[Outro]x2 |
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Now if I choose to ride, thuggin' till the day I die |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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While I'm kickin rhymes, getting to their children's minds |
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Now they give a ***** about us |
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They wanna see us die, they kick us every time we try |
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They don't give a ***** about us |
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So while I'm getting high, I'm watching as the world goes by |
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Cause they don't give a ***** about us |