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Here's the situation for brothers in the ghetto |
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Livin' in the projects it's hard to get ahead |
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So what you gotta do is be down with each other |
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Other fools tryin' to trip, can't trip on each other |
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Like a lobster in his bucket, you try to escape |
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You steal, you kill, you rob, you take |
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Clownin' on your brothers' back, one thing is a fact |
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They're gonna be sure to push ya back in the pack |
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You wanna do a lick 'cause you short, you float |
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If you had to blast will you pop or will you tote? |
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187 on the head, you killed a man |
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You're all fired up, so you feel you in command |
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Try to be the baddest in the crew |
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Why trip on a brother that's down with you? |
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And now I understand why you could do so |
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'Cause you probably wasn't down from the get go |
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Some people they got homeboys like I do |
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Like Stevie, Jay, Rock and the rest of the crew |
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Yo, we chill with each other and we kill with another |
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And we never ever keep anything undercover |
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'Cause if we do, we have to keep it in a circle |
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You're soft as a nerd, so don't be trippin' on the turf, yo |
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This is what they say, "Cause he was with us on that day |
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First he was chillin' with his nine and A.K." |
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The cold thing about it, we didn't see it comin' |
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It's cold stunnin' first we were hangin', now it's cold gunnin' |
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What happened to the do-or-die situation |
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Was it a complication or the conversation? |
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In the midst with a mixed personality |
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Po-po brutality, flip side mentality |
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To make you the weak link in your crew |
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You're trippin' off yourself, you wanted all the juice |
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You can't faze me, 'cause I live my lifestyle crazy |
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Boys in the hood wonder why I got lazy |
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'Cause no respect and no money don't mix |
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I like havin' kicks, so I hustle on the rich |
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I bought a gat from a neighborhood street thug |
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A .44 mag full of .44 slugs |
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Now it's time for robbin' niggas' hoes |
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Kickin' in do's, and leavin' prints on .44s |
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Confused is the way I live |
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It's my prerogative, 'cause I don't want to give |
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To the people, 'cause I was treated like a sequel |
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Never treated equal, now I live illegal |
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Doin' the things that you shouldn't do |
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But you didn't know what I had to go through |
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Like trippin' on the homeboys in my crew |
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I wanted all the juice |
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Brothers in this world it's so hard to be good |
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To live life like it's legal and work like you should |
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First it seem right, until one night |
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It don't seem right, you don't see the light |
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Start feelin' like the whole world dissed you |
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Pop a big gun, and doin' self-defense too |
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See, that's the prob', you learn how to rob |
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Take it back to back, as if it was a job |
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Teach your boys the game, the game is what it's like |
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But that'll move the crew, and somethin' ain't right |
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Your boys ain't with you, your boys wanna fight |
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Bustin' all the bones, you try to get a stripe |
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Front on everybody 'cause you're headstrong |
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What you're doin' ain't right, it's dead wrong |
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Flip-flip-flip it on the flip side |
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You done flipped up, committed suicide |
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Juice is a five-letter word of corruption |
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From town to town it can start an explosion |
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So what we gotta do is play like a lemon |
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Squeeze out the juice and peace among men and women |
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'Cause envy and jealous' can ruin' the land |
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But brothers tryin' to play God, and they job |
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Is keepin' the world in their hands |
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But that's a mission that's impossible |
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It'll only end up being a lotta people in the hospital |
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Brothers killin' and killin', hurtin' feelings, that's illin' |
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To be on top they was willin' but they ain't nothin' but illin' |
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Attitude that's rude, be cool instead |
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Because the black guys are in jail, or either they're dead |
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Your grave site is waitin' for you |
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Because you don't think about the things that you do |
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All the screws in your head must be loose |
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Because you did ill to kill you wanted all the juice |
