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Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was goin do, kill me in my sleep you ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
Looking to find a way the day

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my
But Im just why
You taken my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
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I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to find a way the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
what the hell am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Sermon

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't race, now
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and Common on common

I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint until you tired"
So Im grindin my eyes wide
to find a way through the day

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don for target practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And never her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the
But it's niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my wide
to find a way through the day

A life for the
Lord, youve done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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