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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! Fucking dogs barking and

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my 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?
what the hell am I doing right?
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Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
Take me away I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye 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" a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
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I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' Why? Why did John leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And Im grindin until Im
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 took so many of my people
But Im just why
You havent taken my
Like what the am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And I ain't no preacher, but here's my Sermon

So eat this music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye
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Damn, I his momma's proud
And you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit and niggas could drive it outta town
Chris 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 a thousand rounds

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

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

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

My mind fucked up, so I 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
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no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back

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

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