*featuring DMG, Johnny P, Lo-Ke
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Win...Lose...Draw...Die
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[Scarface:]
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I read the book of Revalations
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and now I realize we in revalations
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and on that note I make this statement
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For all the young guns to become one to die young
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because the world is filled with hatred
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and they aim to blame our sons
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and I done seen down the barrel of a strap before
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but I don't wanna die no mo', I fear the reaper
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help us Jesus, help to keep us away from all the sadness
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and deliver us from the hate that cause the madness
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I'm glad its installed in me from day one
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Believe in something because most of my homies believe in nothing
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and paying for it, God bless your souls, I'll be praying for it
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eventually you'll have your day in court
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and I done been a witness to homocide
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seen a whole family die
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before the stones of diamonds in the sky
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through my bloodshot eyes feel the hurt and all the hate
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that I've trapped inside because the hurtin' hard to ache
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there's a smile on my face
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but, that's to keep a man from crying
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cause deep down inside, I know I'm dying
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I'm born for it, gon' take some time to getting used to
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and Satan I know that your listening but I rebuke you
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and refuse to let you capture me and kill my will
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just to survive the game of life, win or lose
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do or die, refuse to let you capture me to kill my will
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to survive the game of life, win or lose, do or die
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[Chorus (Johnny P):]
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[2X]
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Whether we win or lose this life to do or die
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but sometimes we lose the will to win and wonder why
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[DMG:]
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Open my hands like a book
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years and years me and my notebook
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I take a close look
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Peep it dread see myself failing
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a felon on the verge of 1-8-7
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but I ain't ever wanna do it
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'cause homocide never solved it,
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just momentarily resolved it
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we've all been involved in the calling of a loved one
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oldest ones the young ones the smartest one the dum-dums
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and not begun with some
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and they all probably died with none by the gun
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that's on the one, two, three and the fo's for life
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I slap five on the black hand side
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I realize the future lies among my two sons and daughter
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so I pray to God just for tomorrow
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In lieu of the drama I move my momma
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but the poverty's prolonging the pain
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plugging my arteries and veins with strains
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when I lose in this game
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[Chorus]
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[Lo-Ke:]
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12/11/73, a young little huster was born
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torn from my momma's womb in the midst of the storm
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never warned I was going through a world of stress
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never knew that I was born for death, may God bless
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My pops died when I was thirteen, I'm still tripping
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forget living, I'm on a suicidal mission
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tears dripping from my eyes as I look up at the sky
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asked the higher power why my old man had to die
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It was hard to say goodbye I tried to hide what I feel
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forget the wife forget the will (naw, chill; naw, chill)
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I'm at your gravesight, latenight trying to figure out
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would I see your smiling face if I commence to dig you out
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I'm all about the cheese, I plan to see you once again
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but I can't make through the night without commiting a sin
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I had to realize there wasn't no friends, backstabbin
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I had to watch my own back while I was out mashin'
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closed caption for the hearing impaired
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have you ever seen your closest homey laid out buried and dead?
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I shed a tear even though I'm not supposed to cry
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I can't lie I ain't ready to die, I ain't ready
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[Chorus]
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Win, Lose Or Draw
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