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Can't keep runnin' away.....
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Verse One: Fat Lip
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I must admit on some occasions I went out like a punk
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and a chump or a sucka or something to that effect
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Respect I usedto never get when all I got was upset
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when niggas use to be like 'What's up fool!' and tried
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to seat a nigga like the Lip for no reason at all I can
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recall crip niggas throwin' c in my face down the hall
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I'm kickin' it in the back of the school eatin' chicken at
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three, wonderin' why is everybody always pickin' on me
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I tried to talk and tell tham chill I did nothing to deserve
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this But when it didn't work I wasn't scared just real
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nervous and unprepared to deal with scrappin' no doubt
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cuz my pappy never told me how to knock a nigga out
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But now in 95 I must survive as a man on my own Fuck
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around with Fatlip yes ya get blown I'm not tryin to show
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no macho is shown but when it's on, if it's on, then it's on!
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Verse Two: Slim Kid Tre
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There comes a time in every mans life when he's gotta
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handle up on his own Can't depend on friends to
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help you in a sqeeze, please they got problems of their
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own Down for the count on seven chickens shits don't
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get to heaven til they faced these fears in these fear
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zones Used to get jacked back in high school I played
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it cool just so some real shit won't get full blown Being
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where I'm from they let the smoke come quicker than an
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evil red-neck could lynch a helpless colored figure And
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as a victim I invented low-key til the keyhole itself got
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lower than me So I stood up and let my free form form
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free I don't sweat it I let the bullshit blow in the breeze
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in other words just freeze
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Verse Three: Knumbskull #1
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It's 1995 now that I'm older stress weighs on my shoulders
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heavy as boulders but I told ya
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till the day that I die I still will be a soldier and that's all I told
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ya and that's all I showed ya
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and all this calamity is rippin' my sanity
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Can it be I'm a celebrity
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whose on the brink of insanity
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Now don't be wishin's of switchin' any positions with me
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cuz when you in my position, it ain't never easy
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to do any type of maintaining cuz all this gaming and famin' from
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entertainin' is hella straining to the brain and...
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But I can't keep runnin I just gotta keep keen and cunnin'...
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Runnin
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