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One]: I got twenty soldiers lined up in a row What you want one homie? Man, psst, you go Killin' myself, I might as well you Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and two My hands and my breath like straight doo doo A couple years from now I'm sound like Guru I don't know to do I really need to Teeth so yellow they butter up some grits I can't quit, it's the celebrity and The stress and the strain from the whole rap Look, I know it's lame, but what's excuse man? Credit card, rent late, wife found a new I We all got our You kill yourself slowly and you hope solve 'em It's in my genes man, my tree My mother smoke, my father smoke, a for me My little brother, he been since the fourth grade Smoke a stress blunt, then he chase it with E&J Drinkin', smokin' and it might stunt growth But he's 6'4" and he's been doin' So smoke all you Go crazy And cancer get ass, don't go cryin' like a baby chemo, radiation man, it ain't no fun You better get yo ass the patch or Nicorette gum
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Two]: Now have you ever faded, intoxicated Woke up at the crib and wondered how you it? to the job cause you so faded You in at noon and try to masquerade it Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' the weather." But your co-workers laughin' cause they all better You got a And shit it over You're not drunk, but you sho' ain't sober Weekend Should have ate Wheaties Sunday Night Fever gave ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s Or guts all doubled up Head feelin' like you a Mike Tyson uppercut You up Get your shit You can't keep doin' bullshit forever Runnin' to the bathroom every minutes Every time that you throw up, you claimin' you finished Then you swear you to quit But as soon as Friday time to get lit Tequilla shots, drops, dancin' on the table tops You when you're really drunk? When you say not "I ain't faded, why is trippin'?" Pulled your pee pee out on the floor and started pissin' And you call a grown man You one away from a twelve step program