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[Chorus--Master P x4]
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I wonder when my homies ride
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Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry
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[Master P]
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Uggggh
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Made money from cane, but times done change
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I done change my life, but still trapped in the game
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A young thug nigga hustlin' full of hennesey
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Mama said P keep yah eyes on yah enemies
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A lil' skinny nigga made it to the big times
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No Limit Soldier still chased by the one time
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I feel like it's, it's us against the world
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Cuz every young nigga that I know is homie-furall
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The game wont change me, but these streets made me
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Papa wasn't home so these killas fuckin' raised me
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Uggggh
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[Chorus--Master P x2]
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[Silkk the Shocker]
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Now look
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I got killas surroundin' me, but I don't know who gon' bust
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Niggas aim fo' themselves, so I don't know who tah trust
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Friend or foe, enemies or hoe
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I don't know who tah dust
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Bitches tell me it ain't even, so I don't know who tah fuck
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Now look, I ride with ridahs, and plus I kill with killas (Uggggh)
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Nigga deal with dealers, and plus I steal with stealers
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Now they always told me Silkk, look you be the first tah get killed
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But they done fucked up, and let me see my first fuckin' meal
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Now I was like shit, I want hundreds in dough
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Have two quarters like hundreds of hoes, and rock hundreds of shows
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Receive letters from my niggas up in prison tellin' me
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At the most come get us, at the least come and visit (Uggggh)
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[Chorus--Master P x2]
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[C-Murder]
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Imagine the pain nigga, would you accept my debt?
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Or would you hesitate, retaliation, on my last breath?
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And I ain't talkin' 'bout no muthafuckin' people
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I won't rest till I see a nigga dead in the concrete
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I be a TRU Soulja till I'm buried
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I leave 'em worried, gettin' high for my homies in the cemetery
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I went from ghettos, tah condos, tah shows with hoes
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Tah bustin' at fools with nickle plated fo' fo's
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Huh, cuz Im'a ride for my tank dawgz
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So put yah name on the wall, cuz I'm comin' tah get all y'all
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No Limit niggas be the realest, so rest yah soul
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Cuz fo' sho' they gon' feel it (Uggggh)
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[Chorus--Master P x2]
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[The Gambino Family--Verse 1]
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I wonder will my thug niggas ride fo' me?
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Nigga I wonder will they'll kill or die with me
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I'm just a ghetto child tryna get rich
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My home boy hate, man lifes a bitch
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[The Gambino Family--Verse 2]
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Hold yo' breath young niggas cause these streets a trip
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Protect yah own and live long, man lifes a bitch
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With my hopes to survive, I plan tah get rich
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And if I die, fuck the cryin' and this funeral shit
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My only wish is tah see this niggas pain for this shit
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Lord forgive me, but revenge is the life that I picked
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Homicides, hennesey, it's the life that we lead
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And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin' with me
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Muthafuckas (Uggggh)
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[Chorus--Master P x4]
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Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin' tears nigga
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When we gone, nigga smile
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Some real niggas done moved on
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And y'all niggas thats left, it's time tah muthafuckin' ride
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Haha
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Homie Ride
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| Master P f/ C-Murder, Gambino |
