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I think it goes, ya by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next

I often tweak when I
How can a town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers bean pies

And it's a 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they
why all the good people get put through some many
Different of the weather and all those folks that do wrong
Seem like live forever

I wish I can time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and girl's booties

Boy, take shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic couch
Why's it that all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
And how come time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

is something you cant borrow and give back
Here and gone tomorrow
like that

Pat yo rats on yo back , patch your rats on back
Take some time out yo waltz , take some out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you love 'em so often

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Fetti is the key to end all your
crib, cash, cars and clothes
But 'cuz problems like guns and spears
Familys out and don't talk for years

my cromey, like my cromey
They him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for

Churches, wakes, unusual, seem like every other
Damn day I'm buyin' a new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a

See, when you're up, everybody wanna come
But ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be in a coffin

Dedicated to my peoples up in
Ya partner gotta story to tell, a story to tell

Here's a little story I got to
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Here's a little story I got to
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Here's a little I got to tell
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Here's a little story I got to
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You can take da out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin',
How did he get Lex?

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's and coast
It's all dey work, shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn,
I own my own law

Don't need a tux, I pea coats and khakis
Khakis, and T-shirts
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the street's
Street's works,
Dude, you been actin' funny lately since you even
Got a few
But I'm folks, Wilson Park
Member flies up

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Ain't nothin' but the territory, territory
Same time, day, different story

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Here's a story I got to tell
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