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[T.I.:] |
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Hey |
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Let me kick it to you right quick, partner |
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Not as a gangsta, but as a grown man |
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What matters more than the mistakes you've made |
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Is what you able to learn from it. |
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Big Phil |
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This for you pimpin'. |
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[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (Timbaland)] |
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Ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone |
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And ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone, dead... |
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[Verse 1: T.I.] |
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Ever had one of them days you wish you would've stayed home? |
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Run into a group of suckers who gettin' they hate on |
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You walk by |
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They get wrong |
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You reply then things get blown |
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Way outta proportion |
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Way past discussion |
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Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em |
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Figure you'll get dropped, hell that's nothin' |
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So They don't wanna stop there now they bustin' |
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Now you gushin' ambulance rushin' |
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You to the hospital with a bad concussion |
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Plus you hit 4 times |
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Bullet hit your spine |
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Paralyzed waist down now your wheel chair bound |
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Nevermind that now you lucky to be alive |
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Just think it all started you fussin' with 3 guys |
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Now your pride in the way, but your pride is the way |
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You could mess around, get shot, die anyday |
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People die everyday |
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All over nonsense, dope money, dice game, stash box contents. |
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Could this be 'cos of hip hop music? |
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Or did the one's with the good sense not use it? |
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Usually people don't know what to do |
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When they back against the wall so they just start shootin' |
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For red or for blue or for blow I guess |
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From Bankhead or from your projects |
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No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take |
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Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake |
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That part of me left yesterday |
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The heart of me is strong today |
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No regrets I'm blessed to say |
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The old me dead & gone away. |
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[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (Timbaland)] |
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Ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone |
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And ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone, dead... |
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[Verse 2: T.I.] |
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I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragedy |
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Situation could've been dead lookin' back at it |
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Most of that stuff didn't even have to happen |
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But you don't think about it when you out there trappin' |
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In apartments hangin' smokin' and rappin' |
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Suckers start somethin' next thing you know we cappin' |
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Get locked up then didn't even get mad |
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Now think about: "Damn, what a life I had!" |
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Most of that stuff, look back, just laugh |
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Some stuff still look back get sad |
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Maybe my homeboy still be around |
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Had I not hit the sucker in the mouth that time |
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I won that fight |
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I lost that war |
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I can still see my homey walkin' out that door. |
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Who would've thought I'd never see Philant no more? |
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Got enough dead homies I don't want no more |
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Cost a sucker his job |
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Cost me more |
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I should've walked off and take that loss for sure |
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Now think before I risk my life |
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Take them chances to get my stripe |
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Somebody put they hands on me alright |
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Otherwise stand there talk trash all night |
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'Cos I hit you and you sue me |
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I shoot you, get locked up, who me |
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No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take |
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Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake |
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That part of me left yesterday |
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The heart of me is strong today |
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No regrets I'm blessed to say |
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The old me dead & gone away. |
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[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (Timbaland)] |
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Ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone |
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And ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone, dead... |
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[Justin Timberlake:] |
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I turn my head to the East |
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I don't see nobody by my side |
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I turn my head to the West |
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Still nobody in sight |
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So I turn my head to the North |
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Swallow that pill that they call pride |
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That old me is dead & gone |
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But that new me will be alright. [x2] |
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Cause... |
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[Chorus: Justin Timberlake (Timbaland)] |
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Ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone |
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And ohhhh (hey) |
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I've been travellin' on this road too long (too long) |
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Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) |
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The old me is dead & gone, dead & gone, dead... |
