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Hi Life We livin' that hi life |
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Hi Life (Hi Life...mmmmmmmmmm) |
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We livin' that hi life...mmmmmmmmmmm [Pimp C:] |
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I'm tired livin' ****** up, tired of livin' bad |
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Tired of hearing grandma tellin' me |
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When you gonna go to church |
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Chad Now I'm tryin' to live up to the image |
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That she would want me to be |
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But I got one foot in the street |
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And every week |
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I flip a Ki |
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I never wanted to be a |
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G But *************s depend on me |
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It ain't safe to hit |
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I-10 So *************s fear with me |
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And all the *************s that |
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I went to school wit |
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Got cool wit, went to fool wit |
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I dealt selling that white *************t |
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Pu*************n' *******, *************s holding pistols |
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Dependant on the game |
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What ya want me to do, its like somebody cut my throat |
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Got $20,000, tryin' to turn it to a hundred |
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And ain't nobody got no dough |
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So *************s came to smoke, bad habits do exist |
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And if this ************* came thinking to ease my mind |
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By sucking my ************* |
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************* make up for a minute cause that *************p never lasts |
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In 1996 *************s is dyin' from layin' on that ass |
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First Magic |
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Johnson got it, then |
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Eazy-E died |
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And you wonder why yo' *************s out there smokin' fry |
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I wish that |
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I could tell you |
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I wore a rubber everytime |
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But if I told you that ************* you know that |
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I be lyin' |
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And I've been ******g ************* since the tender age of nine |
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It's gettin' to be a full-time job just tryin' to stay alive |
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And Crackers tend to smirk, offended by the ******* smoke comin' off my *************rt |
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But still |
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I puts in work and front for my folks |
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Cause where |
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I come from *************, family just ain't no joke |
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Now D be gettin' married, and |
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Edgar on the boat |
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But what about |
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Baby Doe, some say that *************'s selling **** |
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And you know that |
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I ain't lyin', that just how family talk |
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But what you gonna do when the |
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Devil poke you with his fork |
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And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved |
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Most preachers are false prophets |
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******' hoes and gettin' paid |
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I'm lookin' for the... [Chorus] [Bun B:] |
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You only got one life to live |
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That's all they give you to do it |
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You could bull*************t your way through it |
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Or stay true, it can be complicated cause *************s |
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Be gettin' shot in the cross |
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People and names get lost |
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The people in the lane get tossed |
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The streets'll eat your ass alive |
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Take your positions with pistols, bare hands, and knives |
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And nobody's surprised if somebody |
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Don't survive the dusk to see dawn |
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It's treacherous how we was left to die |
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On the streets that we be on |
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Mother*******s sleepin' on them corners that you pee on |
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Probably cause society felt they didn't belong |
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Now who in the ************* made it this way for us |
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Got all these little *************s slangin' that yay |
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Because it ain't like they make high levels gainable |
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And that punk piece of |
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American pie just ain't obtainable |
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So how can |
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I substain a full life before death |
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Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self |
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Now c'mon, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham |
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Livin' off of |
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Raemon Noodles, beef jerky, and |
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Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life |
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All I can see in front of me is up for grabs |
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Come off that slab |
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Cause poverty will push a ************* over that brink |
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Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge |
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So instead of being without, |
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I'm hustling |
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Tryin' to get through these ungodly days |
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Thinkin' of ways to get the ************* outta this maze |
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A man will committ a crime 'cause a ******' crime pays |
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I'm going through a phase you don't grow out |
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Until there's a reason a mother *******s gots to pour out |
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His 40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind |
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But still sometimes he don't know why |
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He walkin' around just hopin' |
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He can get one more try to make it |
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It's bull*************t he going through, but yo, he gots to take it |
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You can't fake it, to get that hi life [Chorus: until the end] |
