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(feat. Kaillion) |
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(Chorus-Shaffar) |
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So many stories in the city I live in |
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I soak up the game, that everyone plays |
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I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin |
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Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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(Verse 1-Napoleon) |
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It's been hard on us, day by day |
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Watchin my step gotta play where I lay |
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Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out |
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It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out |
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Cold on the streets never talk on the phone |
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And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home |
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But that's hard black, why? |
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Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face |
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smilin and shit but you don't know that |
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And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me |
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When he could do the same shit that pay me |
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In the streets breed a lot of killaz |
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That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers |
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But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood |
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And they don't know when we go home it's no love |
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So what's the use of us carin and shit |
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And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit |
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(Chorus-Shaffar) |
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So many stories in the city I live in |
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I soak up the game, that everyone plays |
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I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin |
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Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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(Verse 2) |
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(Young Noble) |
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I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends |
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The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams |
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He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever |
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Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever |
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Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep |
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Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat |
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Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers |
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Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us |
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(Mil a.k.a Hellraza) |
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I was raised when I cried in the household |
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Turned me into a nut |
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But these niggaz didn't know |
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Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets |
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I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep |
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A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run |
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It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums |
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This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come |
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I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none |
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(Chorus-Shaffar) |
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So many stories in the city I live in |
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I soak up the game, that everyone plays |
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I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin |
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Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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(Verse 3-Kastro) |
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I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind |
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What more can I say it been that way a long time |
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And anybody, who think that rude |
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Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food |
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I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun |
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And told me life is what you make it |
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And stripes you gotta take them |
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It took a while for me to over stand |
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I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man |
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And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong |
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But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though |
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My souljah story, for glorious pain |
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While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame |
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This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt |
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And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt |
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I search out the truth, and that shit worse |
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I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on |
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(Chorus-Shaffar) |
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So many stories in the city I live in |
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I soak up the game, that everyone plays |
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I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin |
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Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
