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See, most of my life I never had shit
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I felt like an outcast, treated like a misfit
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Damn near didn't make it on my day of birth
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Thinking was I really supposed to be on this planet earth
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I take a deep breath, and then another follows
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Cos hardship is kinda hard to swallow
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See, it's rough bein a loner
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Not knowin any given day and time I could wind up a goner
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See, people got it bad from jump street
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And bein short is just another strike against me
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I used to get funny looks cos I was small
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And tryin to make it was like runnin through a brick wall
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Given the odds I was up against, bro
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The average nigga woulda quit a long time ago
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But now I've got a record out
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I'm doin shows, people payin to see me turn it out
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Now I'm the spice around town
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It's funny how an album can change a nigga's life around
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I got friends and bitches on my dick
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But when they look at Richard all they see is Bushwick
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Sometimes I don't know a friend from a foe
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And every different day it's a different fuckin hoe
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And now that my pockets are gettin bigger
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I'm meetin hoes who only wanna juice a nigga
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They tell me that they love me and all that
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But really they just wait for me to fall flat
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So they can get me for my income
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Take me for all I got, and then some
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Like Trina, you dig
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I fucked up and got too attached to the bitch's kid
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Knowin that she used the baby to use me
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Took him out my life, mentally abusin me
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But as the time went by I got another slimmy
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And she was just like the first one screamin gimme
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But not in the exact same way
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She had a different type of game she liked to play
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Her name was Crystal, she played the quiet type
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And for a little while shit seemed alright
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But just like the first hoe, homie
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When shit got hectic the bitch broke out on me
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And it's gettin outta hand, gee
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Cos nobody seems to understand me
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Reminiscin got me feelin kinda low
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I broke out the Ever-Clear and then I drunk some mo'
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Until it was all gone
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Now I'm lookin for somebody to take my pain out on
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But not just anybody, gee
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I'ma take that on to Mica cos she's the closest to me
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Full of that Ever-Clear and high on that buddah
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Get to the house all I'm thinkin bout is shootin her
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Cos shootin her would be sweet
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But you know what'd be sweeter? if I make her shootin me
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Call me crazy, but that's what I'm thinkin
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I'm trippin from all that smokin weed and drinkin
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But I knew she wouldn't do it on her own, so I provoked her
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Punched her, kicked her, and chocked her
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She still wouldn't grab the gun
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And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one
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Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby
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Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his ass out, hoe
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She went to cryin, somebody stop him
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I said: you better grab the muthafuckin gun or i'ma drop him
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She snatched the baby out of my hands
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We started fighting, punching, scratching, and biting
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When we fell on the bed, check this shit
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All kinds of crazy shit was goin through my head
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So I ran and got the gun and came back to her
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Loaded it up and handed the gat to her
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I grabbed her hand and placed the gun to my eye muscle
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She screamed stop and then we broke into another tussle
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Yo, durin the fight the gun went off quick
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Damn! aw shit, I'm hit
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(Aw... my eye, I can't see
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Why you shot me in the eye?
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I woulda shot you in the body
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Why you shot me in the eye?)
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Ridin in the ambulance everything is hectic
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I can't get a grip, I just can't check this
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Everybody's cryin, could it be I'm dyin
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Bullet in my head, in the bed was lyin
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Where's Mica? I wanna tell her I love her
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With an [ ] in my arm I took a picture for an album cover
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Goddamn, the shit's a trip, gee
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Five different doctors with needles tryin to stick me
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I hear my family hollerin he needs us
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Durin the confusion, man, I seen jesus
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My mom's on the phone long-distance from New York
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Here comes the doctors again tryin to rip me apart
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I got a monkey on my back, I can't shake it
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I'm havin suicidal thoughts hopin that I don't make it
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But I'ma make it cos something's steady urgin me
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Five hours passed, I made it through surgery
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And the doctor said I wouldn't make it through the night
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But god told me everything is gonna be alright
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And I'm glad that I'm here, gee
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But it's fucked up I had to lose an eye to see shit clearly
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Aw man, I made it
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I made it
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And everyone gets to hear my story
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I made it
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But don't try this at your home
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Learn from my mistakes
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Kick the beat in, Bido
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Ever So Clear
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| Bushwick Bill |
