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Punk ass mothafucka, get ass up
What chu was 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 grindin Im tired
They say, "You aint grindin you tired"
So Im grindin with my eyes
Looking to a way through the day

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

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

Suicide, I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's shot 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
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
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 John leave The Beatles?
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

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

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

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 black music, and tell me how it taste, now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it 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 since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, "No Drama" now
the good life, me and Common on common ground

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

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

A for the night
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

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

My mind up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that 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 the hood
They took so many of my niggas, I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas 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 stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this cocked back

And Im grindin Im tired
say, "You aint 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 just why
You taken my life?
Like what the hell am I right?
My
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