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We gonna ball till we fall
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Were real soldiers gonna be there when the homies call x2
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Chorus:
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If you're lost and you look then you will find me
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Time after time (only time will tell)
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If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
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Time after time
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Kane:
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The ghetto's tryin to kill me
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That's why I stay faded and stoned
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Cause when I leave the house I never know if I'm comin home
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Bullets got no name it's the dirty game
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Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
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The homie got popped six times needs surgery
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Hit my cigar holdin tears cause its hurtin me
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I write my cousin in the pen to see if he okay
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He's locked up on his little girl's first birthday
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To this day love my homies dearly down to die wit em'
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I ball and they ball you hear me ima ride wit em'
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You fall then we fall I be there when you need me
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Its easy all you gotta do is beep me
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Chorus x3
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(Rapping while chorus is still going)
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Master P:
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We gonna ball till we fall
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We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call
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Master P:
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This Ghetto Got Me trapped
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And homies I feel your pain
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See these streets is like a living hell
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and the devil be the dope man
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And everybody wanna fix from heron to even powder
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My little nephew's a crack baby
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When he hollas momma put dinner in his baby bottle
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These streets got me doin' shit that I really don't want to
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But niggas gotta be strapped
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with bulletproof vest or homies will ride
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Through and just blast on you
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And the game got me trippin
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But you know I'm never slippin
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And every bitch wit a pretty face and a big butt
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U can't just jump in a pool skinny-dippin
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Cause you know what life ain't the same nigga
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And I mean times can change keep your eyes on your enemy
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If you a hustler get what you got to get and get out man
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Cause ah see these streets they don't pay to be dumb
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And real homies stick together like Kane and Able, P and down to ride
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When the time come
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Chorus x2
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(Rapping while chorus still going)
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Master P:
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We gonna ball till we fall
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We're real soldiers we'll be there when the homies call x2
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Abel:
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I watched my nieces and nephews grow
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Before my very eyes
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I pray that they could make somethin' out of their lives
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You could lose your breath at the speed of light
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What if I'm deaf chasin' dream's in the heat of the night
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You might could lose your sight
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In these streets ain't no peace
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What your eyes see the last man standing off his feet
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But times have changed neva love material thangs
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If I could promise anythang you gonna leave the way you came
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Check my homie Sean Digs doin' life plus one
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(So) when he called me collect to accept I press one
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My Benz is your Benz, my house is your home
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If you eva need a friend then call Abel on the phone
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Chorus x3
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(Yo)
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(This is for the real ballers and players out there)
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(Time after time)
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(Haha)
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(Gonna ball till' we fall
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but we gotta be there when the homies call)
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(We bout it bout it)
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(For real send a few dollars to your boy
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in the penitentiary keep your boy on the streets)
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(You know what real homies stick together
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they don't turn on each other remember that)
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(No Limit family baby)
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(Master P, Kane, and Abel)
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(To the world)
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(Haha)
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(We're here when all our homies need us
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though you heard me ain't nothing changed)
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(Just gotta live with changin through
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cuz it still the same though it still the same)
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(Down for whateva)
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(No Limit For Life Baby)
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Time After Time
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| Kane & Abel |
