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Every now and then I stop to think about my life |
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Wonderin' if it's even worth this stressin tryin' to strive |
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All I ever do is get high everyday |
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Even fuck my girl then I sleep the rest away |
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I rarely comes out before night I ain't employed |
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Why should I wake up early in the muthafuckin' morning |
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All Imma do is smoke a sack of green |
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And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary |
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No one seems concerned about my world beein' |
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It seems my life's already ended that's why I'm spendin' |
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So much time in the 5th ward high as a kite |
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It's too late for me to try to live my life right |
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Shit, if I should die today who would really care? |
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If I should die today who would come and stare? |
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If I should die today who would carry me? |
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On my last day above dirt and who would bury me? |
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Damn...!! |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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Tell me...damn...!! |
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[Verse 2:] |
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What is life and just how long will it last? |
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Will you be happy and satisfied when you've passed? |
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Will you die young or old and wise? |
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If you face your killer will there be tears in your eyes? |
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Will you holler and backscream and crawl? |
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Will you die like a bitch or stand tall thru it all? |
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Will you fight if you're givin' the chance? |
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Or will you ball up like a baby and shit in your pants? |
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Damn..! |
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We'll never know until it's your time Loc |
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You'll never know what you gon do until that ass get smoked |
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So you can miss me with that tough man trash |
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Until you're layin' in the streets with hollow tips in that ass |
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Hot metal to the dome couldn't take me away |
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I'm talkin' point blank range and I'm still here today |
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Nobody knows the troubles I've seen |
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When I lay my head to rest now who could answer me? |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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Tell me...tell me... |
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[Verse 3:] |
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I'm in so much pain it hurts my heart to wake up |
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I've done lost my sense of gain I feel about to brake up |
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Stress is eatin' and my mind is playin' tricks again |
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It's tellin' me that I ain't shit |
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It's tellin' me to quit |
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In one's words: when I stop to think a kind of agree |
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Even with one good eye my future's hard to see |
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The end is rushin' at me homie shit I damned it down |
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I tries to duck I tries to hide but shit I just can't run |
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It's like I'm trapped inside this world of mines and just can't win |
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I'm overcomed by suicidal thoughts but damned that's sin |
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I need my momma cause she'd be always there by my side |
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To help me out when I ain't strong enough to make the right |
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If I die who would teach my sons right from wrong? |
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If I die who would teach my sons to stand strong? |
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If I die who would teach 'em nuthin comes for free? |
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I can't die cause won't nobody teach 'em shit but me |
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Damn...!! |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How will I die? |
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-Homie only God knows |
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How long will I live? |
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Tell me... |
