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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A for the night
Dear Lord, youve took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like the hell am I doing right?
My

Take me away from the hood like a state
Take me away the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away I overdosed on cocaine
Or me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

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

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick

So eat black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta
My life used to be empty like a glock without a
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds

And Im grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
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 havent taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala in front
the high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice

My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray for good
And made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
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no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back

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

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