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[Z-Ro:] My life is like a crazy game, duckin' & dodgin' crooked cops |
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On a mission fishin' for feddy ready to make a knot |
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I'm use to havin' less & |
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I just can't deal with the stress |
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And it seems like everywhere |
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I go, another nigga wanna test |
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Brother don't disrespect yourself & get yourself up in a vine ' |
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Cause I'm a maniac with a mac & a black backpack |
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Smoke nothin' but urban fat sack, |
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I'm tryin' to keep from goin' off |
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But niggas be tryin' to make me starve, when |
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I need groceries in my house |
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Wicked niggas say they be friends, but end up tryin' to kill your friends |
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Always turn to foes, that's sayin' it's over millions |
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Dealin' with dirty niggas on a daily basis |
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I don't really wanna fuck with 'em, but see they baby faces |
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I gotta survive. [Chorus:] [x2] |
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Let Me Live |
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My Life, nigga don't fuck with me |
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To G another |
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G then you die |
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And when it's my time |
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I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] |
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Livin' in the ghetto, day by day |
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I'm bumpin' tryin' to make a profit 'cause |
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I gotta get my pay |
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You better keep watchin' me & pretty soon you'll see man |
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That I'm a real rich nigga from the |
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Houston streets |
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Fried out lickin' lookin' for something to eat |
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I'm on a mission, whippin' birds like they stole something |
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Pain, it make me wanna roll something |
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I'm a soldier & |
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I'm outta my mind |
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Voicemail beepin' for days 'cause |
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I'm out on the grind |
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Guess my Daddy didn't love me 'cause he turned his back |
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Therefore the streets is my people, a nigga learned like that |
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And I had to get up & bleed the block |
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And it don't stop. [Chorus:] [x2] |
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Let Me Live |
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My Life, nigga don't fuck with me |
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To G another |
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G, then you die |
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And when it's my time |
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I hope I don't cry. [Z-Ro:] |
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My nigga Herman |
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Fisher doin' fed time |
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I remember like it was yesterday, it made the headlines, damn |
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I had to start all over, but it didn't matter 'cause |
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I was a soldier |
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Walkin' around with a king size chip on my shoulder |
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Missin' my mama while |
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I lay down, on benches to sleep |
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Snatchin' purses & hoppin' fences just to eat |
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Still I maintain, |
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I'm still in the same game chasin' paper |
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Bitch niggas be up in my business, like oops |
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I'm erasin' haters |
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I'm S.U.C. for life, |
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KMJ until |
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I'm finished |
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Like Popeye from the ghetto, but a nigga don't need no spinach |
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All I need is my |
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Nina when |
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I be flippin' birds ' |
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Cause all |
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I have in this world, is my balls & my word. [Chorus:] [x4] |
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Let Me Live |
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My Life, nigga don't fuck with me |
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To G another |
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G, then you die |
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And when it's mine |
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I hope I don't cry. |