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

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces?
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'Cause that's people and The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed
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 Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga off evil?
Answer my question before this leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

So eat this black music, and me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race, now
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye 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 MJB, "No More Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit and niggas could drive it outta 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 rounds

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

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

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

My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new could
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Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that the hood
Ridin' slow in Phantom just the way I should
My

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

And Im grindin until Im
They say, "You grindin until 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 my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My
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