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Street life killed my daddy |
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Got my momma pregnant in the back of a caddy |
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Since i lost my first tooth i ain't been happy |
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Young wild nigga child why that boy is so nappy |
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He got that devil in 'im |
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Police wanna take him down |
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Used to be a player but the coochie cost money now |
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He ain't to bright but he know a trap when he see one |
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Got is conscious in his pants with his gun |
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[Chorus:] |
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Seventeen years of rain foggin up my windows (yeah) |
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It done been seventeen years of pain |
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But i'm still here though |
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Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah) |
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It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Shoe box full of pictures |
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All that's left of good times i shared with my niggas |
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Some alive and some no longer with us |
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How da, how da, how da hell do you pray for forgiveness |
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When you got devil in you |
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Rogain keeps the hair strong but Cocain keeps the cable on |
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I can't wait till my nigga jb come home |
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Why do all the real niggas stay gone so long |
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[Chorus:] |
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Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window (yeah) |
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It done been seventeen years of pain |
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But i'm still here though |
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Seventeen years of rain foggin up my window |
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It done been seventeen years of pain but i'm still here though |
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[Three 6 Mafia & Project Pat (rap)] |
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Even though a nigga still in the hood |
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Gettin drunk and smokin on wood |
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I'ma make it up out of this street life |
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On the corner is where i stood |
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Out there all by myself |
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Cuz a player gotta get this mil |
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Wearin fur ain't doin us no good |
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Flippin burgers ain't gonn make you filled |
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But i'm still ten toes in this Hustlin tryna make hood rich |
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And i still ain't trustin no bitch Cuz the mother fuckers always snitch |
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Its hard in this ghetto man |
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Fifteen years old with coke and caine |
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Cheese don't come i'ma go insane Snatch me a purse snatch me a chain |
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Out here on the block with the fiends and the moon |
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Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon |
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He done stole my dough he took my food |
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Project wasn't born with a silver spoon |
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In my mouth in my grill wear six chain then niggas get killed |
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One in the grave the other in jail |
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Nobody wins thats fo' real |
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Back way when i was a runny nose |
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runnin round |
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Up and down the town |
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Carrying a black glock and a gold frown |
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I kept that product on me |
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It wasn't no problem homie |
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You said it i had it and met you if you stole my money |
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Just tryna buy bologna but now i'm buying lobster |
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Still totin a glock but pusing a rolls rouce and winning oscars |
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[Chorus 2x] |
