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What is reality? |
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Motherfuckers out here don't know shit |
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They ain't tryin to know shit |
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Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent |
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Get my motherfuckin paper |
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You don't think so? well then fuck you hoe |
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Cause i'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit |
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Gotta get paid motherfucker |
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[kurupt] |
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Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team |
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When it seems to be reality is just a dream |
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Eye to eye, the colors that i wear is do or die |
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When i walk down the street, will i meet evil in disguise |
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So, i tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips |
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While my mind tellin me 'should i not', or 'should i peel it?' |
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What i represent god only knows what lies for myself |
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Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth |
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Will i perish? later selfish for the rest of my life |
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Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life |
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Will money be the root of my destruction? |
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Without the money i can't even seem to function |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn |
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There's nowhere for me to hide from reality |
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As complex as the situation gets |
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I remain i maintain, ain't that much strain |
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To make me twist myself like kurt cobain |
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Ahh shit, i don't believe this |
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Some niggaz that i fucked with tryin to pull a twist |
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But ain't that much twistin in existance |
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And this is how you show me love |
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It shows me exactly what money's capable of |
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Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin |
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And pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies |
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(all my homies) for jackers only |
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Come twist, to the fools in l.a. that know me |
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I'm back with the fifth of henn |
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Kurupt and dat nigga daz on the mash again |
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn |
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There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality) |
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*repeat 2x* |
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[dat nigga daz] |
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I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games |
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In the world of madness, will my composure be the same |
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Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground |
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A lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found |
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Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes |
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On the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green |
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These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up |
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For what, a simple nut, a simple fuck |
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[kurupt] |
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Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances |
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To survive in nineteen ninety-five |
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So i got nineteen ninety-five ways |
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To survive nowadays |
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Time and time again, i bust a rhyme again |
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Cause i'ma get in deeper shit if i convert to crime again |
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Out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me |
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It irks me, strenuous controversy |
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What's next on the list to complete |
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After all this shit that popped off on the street |
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And all eyes on me, but i won't change sides |
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Cause what i represent i represent til i die (til i die) |
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It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (hennesey, hennesey) |
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[tray dee] |
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Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me |
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Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on iv's (beep, beep) |
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I beez the hardest, regardless fool |
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Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel |
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Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch |
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Then i'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right) |
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It's no remorse when you cross my course |
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I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports |
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Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this |
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Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss |
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Mista tray dee, from l.o.n.g. |
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B.e.a.c.h., where the hardest gangstas be |
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Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth |
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Yet i feel i was meant to represent from birth |
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Til i die, you wonder why it ain't no secret |
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Motherfuckers best be in love with this g shit |
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn |
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Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3x in woman's voice (rage?)* |
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*continues with variations* |
