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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

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

A for the night
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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We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon

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

I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

A life for the
Dear Lord, youve done took so many of my
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
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Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the high beams on, me and the Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin at pictures of Don Imus for practice

My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
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no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should the hood
But it's real niggas like me, 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 nigga Alpo stop that
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint grindin until you tired"
So Im with 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 just why
You taken my life?
Like the hell am I doing right?
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