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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! Fucking dogs barking and

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin'
And you wonder why wears Jesus pieces?
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'Cause that's Jesus people and The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
My

I need some meditation, so I can my people
They Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

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

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

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

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
My

Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin the good life, me and on common ground

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

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

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

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

My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
My

Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
My

the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this cocked back

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

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