I was that cool motherfucker
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but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
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society they made me a fool motherfucker
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and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover
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huh I'm sorry mother motherfuckers just ain't like me
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the fucking braid buy twenty one is so likely
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a million letters from the penn is writing me
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fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay
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so I pray them fuckers die
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and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
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and make they families eternally have to cry and
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crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I'm ready
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Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]
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Statistics said I wouldn't live to see the grey in my head
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there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said
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wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb
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so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
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I'm prayin soon that my income cause income is halted
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if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it
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now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal
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try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty
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this place ain't meant for me so I got a quarter key
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and move it like ryder trucks
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those crackers are already stuck a path
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for my niggaz because my niggaz ain't give a fuck
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bout nothin they had to say we always going to rule the GA
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your games is what we can play and lucifer better pray
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that I do not do what was planned to do yesterday
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I sware to god in Georgia
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Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [repeat 4X]
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This is for my folks in Cuba
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This is for my folks in Jamaica
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This is for my folks in Africa, we ready
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Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a min
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but couldn't deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
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back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say
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but I tried I'm told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside?
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they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck
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I ain't ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I'm stuck
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my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked
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its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block
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maan everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed
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everybody's trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat
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how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
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and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friend
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no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
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when I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye
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cause this is chaos they after us we will never succede
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cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee
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if we stop competition get our children off these fucking streets
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and get some Qu'ran I'm just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
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I'm telling ya there ain't nothing new up under the sun
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you got your gun well fuck ya gun
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if you goin run when they chase ya
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why don't you do some that crazy shit slap that bitch in the face
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now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
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we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights
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now I know I ain't right but ill be damned if I'm wrong
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they say two wrongs don't make a right
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but damn its making me strong and when I'm gone
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I hope this song rang in your heart
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my nigga ain't no better time then right now to start
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Oh father come and take me I surrender I'm ready [echoes]
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[repeat 4X]
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Oh Father
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| Pastor Troy |
