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We pray for a better today, glocks and berettas spray |
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Everyday, how did |
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I survive yesterday? |
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I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic |
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The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it |
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The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods |
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Dippin' on the judge, pushin' whips and drugs |
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Burnin' big buds, gettin' love, spinnin' them dubs |
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For the taste of it, the low life'll split your mug |
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It's the home of the brave, the zone of the slave |
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We all want it but gettin' it's a whole 'nother page |
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The young guns wantin' respect, flossin' the tech |
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Bitches wanna strip, now it's all for the check |
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Yo, everyday, lives at stake, pies to bake |
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Same knife that cuts your throat divides the cake |
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For the hustlers, thugs, who scheme to survive |
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And all in between, scream fuck a 9 to 5 |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty |
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Daydreams, bought and sold |
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The high price we livin' might cost your soul |
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Secret indictments, furrows with roll hoes |
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Codefendant, |
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I hope he don't tell what he knows |
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Exposed to a life of crime since |
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I was nine |
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Gettin' money by design despite the time |
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Hustlin' to be a man and feed my fam |
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My wife, my seed, my land completes the plan |
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Please understand, either legal or scam |
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I see the thieves in the van, |
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I can't beat the man |
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Still monster ballin', eatin', speakin' ebonics |
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Wit foreign cars, custom made clothes and chronic |
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Bank rolls and prophets, shine solar powered |
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Fine hoes that's 'bout it, long as you keep they nose powdered |
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Obey street laws, careful what you say |
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You can play but you might not make it through the day |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty |
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It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder |
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How I keep from goin' under, |
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I'm used to gettin' over |
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I'm deep in the middle, indeed the heat sizzle |
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For the littlest beef, even the seeds keep pistols |
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Foreigners talk funny, friends they want from me |
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But all I need is long money and a strong honey |
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I need it fast, |
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I'm furious like |
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Vin Diesel |
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I'm lookin' at my plate wit food for ten people |
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So, do what you gotta do, do what you want to |
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The blocks hot like a sauna, cops try to pawn you |
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The fiends trick you, dude behind you wanna get you |
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On the grind, your best friend'll talk for a figure |
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Walk wit a nigga, see it, don't talk about it, be it |
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Don't walk around, then beat it, we all bound to feel it |
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This ain't the town, so watch your tour |
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What's goin' down, it's poppin' off |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The thieves stay crawlin' at night with eyes shifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The fiends come sortin' the price with nine fifty |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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They squeeze off, lustin' for shine and die quickly |
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In the bright lights, the big city |
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The streets take a whole of your mind, it gets gritty |
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Gritty |