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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! the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit

shoot!
shoot!
you nigga!

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

A life for the
Lord, youve done took so many of my people
But Im wonderin why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
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Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet 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 Jesus
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'Cause Jesus 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 meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' Why? Why did John Lennon The Beatles?
And why hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave Desert Eagle

And Im until Im tired
They say, "You aint 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 of my people
But Im wonderin why
You havent taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
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 it ain't about race, now
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
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Damn, I know his 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 crack and niggas could it outta town
Gotta Chris mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

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

My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
(Compton)
my grandmother pray 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 escape the
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real like me, that make the hood
Ridin' in that Phantom just the way I should
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the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back

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

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