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Yo, I seen it all, coke rise and kingdoms fall |
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Profits in sneaker boxes, riches hidden between the walls |
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The hood agony, I'm one of the few who ever understood Tragedy |
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Batteries not included in my music or holdin' up my spinal cord |
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Niggas be lyin' on wax, committin' vinyl fraud |
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Denyin' the fact they never slung or fired a Gat |
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Mega's tongue is ghetto, dun, hello |
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Where I'm from is the crime and graffiti and NYPD |
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Broken glass, .44's, open caskets |
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Shorty ballers pop shit when they rock hits the basket |
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The only life we know I flow so precisely, though |
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My chain got the icy glow |
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B-Mer Jeep shine with Lorenzos shine brightly, yo |
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Laugh now, cry later, one day I might be broke |
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And tellin' niggas I need coke, shit is real |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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Yo, visualize Mahdi as a shorty Fidel Castro |
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Snotty nose, nappy afro |
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Never realized in due time what I would have though, yo |
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Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow |
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Little bastard, rockin' Pumas under two-tones |
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As we roam from the streets to the group home, yo |
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Watchin' mob flicks, clappin' at imaginary targets |
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Adolescents up in Spofford, facin' hardship |
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Newborns grew up on Anita Baker songs |
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In the 'hood, wonderin' why the police hate us all |
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Up late nights waitin' for the next day to fall |
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We're up late nights waitin' for the next day to fall |
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My stomach hurtin', still searchin' for a way out |
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On an island where P.C. was a gay house |
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Made my first board, stabbin' niggas on the way out |
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I knew cats who got bagged they first day out, yo |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand, yeah |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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Yo, Trag, we been down for years |
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From rappin' in the 'hood to promisin' careers |
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It's all good, yo, the rap game is new to me |
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The crack game true to me |
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Accept the consequences and the blood money cruelty |
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Yo, remember you and me? Back in the days |
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You had a sheepskin, I had a goose and Pumas in gray |
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We even did the same dorm in C-74 |
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More than boys we were fuckin' outlaws |
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If I could break you out the courtroom and clap through reporters |
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Kidnap the jurors and whack all their daughters |
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The Montanas, Al Po's and Rich Porters |
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Mandela time get smacked with two quarters |
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A life speed fuckin' with cracks and weed |
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Yo, I sniffed so much coke, I froze with nosebleeds |
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Jumpin' over snow cliffs without the skis |
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Then I saw shit was real and I switched my steez |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |
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See the good Lord giveth and he taketh away |
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But niggas talk it and don't live it then they forced to pay |
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I'm just tryin' to be a man in this poison land |
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Forgive me, Father, they forced my hand |