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[Master P]
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I'm visualizing studios with forty-eight tracks
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Ghettos and hoods and economies and cutbacks
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Riase your guns up high if your fearing debt
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Fuck the police, they smoke them like a cigarette
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Must have been a fucking organ donor
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Because they left him in the projects to die with his eyes open
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Oh god, don't take my only dog
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But them niggas drove up like a fucking hog
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Some chase, a nigga ran him through the hood
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Eighteen shots left my homie in some pine wood
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Another end in dope game battle with a gat
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Rat-a-tat-tat nigga who gonna be next?
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So smile for my homie, Rando
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To many niggas out here get caught up in scandals
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I'm living like a rat trying to get some cheese
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But I'm getting on my knees cause god don't let it be me next
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[Chorus]
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Tryin to make it out this ghetto, uhhhhhhhhhh (4X)
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[Mr. Serv-On]
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Twenty-four seconds till your last smile
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Bullets to your face
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Them niggas you grew with, and bang with saw you take your last fucking mile
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I'm hugging your only child with your strap by my side
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Murder in my eyes, no time to cry, somebody gots to die
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The night you left I said my prayers for the last time
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God forgive me, before I leave this world I'm taking somebody with me
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These niggas don't give a fuck about me or you
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That's why I snatch my fucking shirt off and show you that I'm TRU
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You told me be a soldier to the end, I can't pretend
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In my sleep I see my cousins eyes, why he have to die?
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Six g's by his side now we gotta ride
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I hope I make it out this ghetto to that other side
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Chorus 4X
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[Mac]
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All I can say is why two times at night I cry
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We live and die, maybe it was stress I was driven by
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I done seen some funerals in my short stay
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On planet Earth, we live on this white chalkway
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This life is streets feenin, the type of shit you witness on CNN
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Me and my niggas seen it at first hand
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And even worse man it's niggas I know
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That this life was beautiful place and all my soldiers trying to go
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But I'm too young, you gotta be at least twenty-one
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I know some youngsters, who creppin' now it must have been fun
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Cause none of them returned, forever fly, or forever burned
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Fools concerned with the way we learn in these streets
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Lord forgive us, the blood flows like the Mississippi River
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That homocide was what took him with us
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I'm on the corner strapped up waiting for the devil
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And if I die, I still make it out the ghetto
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Chorus 3X
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Tryin To Make It Out Da Ghetto
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| Mr. Serv-On f/ Mac, Master P |
