Remeber back in da time
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When da only sign we had was picket
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But now in '94 it be
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This way somethin' come wicked
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Gangs killin' others fo colors
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Thangs that we wear fo fashion
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Other brothers take it fo a reason
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To be blastin' what da cuff is goin' on
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Not soft like buttercupus but
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Had enough of singin' dat same song
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See I stayed across da street from da projects
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Took out yo momma trash and groceries
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To her trunk to keep my pockets
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Fat like cellulite only been to jail one week
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Fo some shullbit and I pray to God I won't repeat
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I shoulda pulled it when I had da chance to
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No I shouldna did dat 'cause if I did dat
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Yall would not hear dat fat shit
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Dat keeps you on yo tippy -
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Toes like dat sellout not callin' no names
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But really who's bad
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I go through obstacles like a whole box
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Of condoms you can't forget
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Where you come from
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Take a good look in the mirror and tell
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Me do you like what you see
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Masters of deception corruption and evil
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But you're always quick to point the finger
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At me
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Won't somebody tell me
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[Chorus]
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I just don't understand
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The ways of the world today
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Sometimes I feel like there's nothing
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To live for
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So I'm longing for the days of yesterday
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What gave you the right to misjudge me
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And write me off on the wall
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Acting as if you understand me
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In reality you just don't know me at all
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Sometimes I can't help but wonder
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If this was how it's meant to be
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But if you search deep enough in your soul
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You'll always find a slight reminder of me
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Won't somebody tell me
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[Chorus]
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A-yo
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If we could all agree to lettin'
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Our souls become free of that sweet
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Bitterness then whose chest would
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Have the most seeds
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I keep misfocusin' my needs
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And this stress on my back
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With them caps they be blastin'
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Into my knap sack
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Ain't no accidental deathtraps
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My mishap is the fact that
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I'm destined to snap
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It's when I feel as though my body's
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Able to go my mind is ready to flow
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Did you know first you catch
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And then I throw
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It's my own sense of time
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If I'm late it's 'cause I'm endin' my day
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Just when the sun shines
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And still gently advising the arisin'
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Of the moon as it rolls around
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Into my soundproof dimension
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[Chorus]
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Sumthin' Wicked This Way Comes
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| TLC |
