(Verse 1)
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When I came home from jail we was brothers
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°¨¿Á¿¡¼ ³ª¿Í Áý¿¡ ¿ÔÀ» ¶§, ¿ì¸®´Â ÇüÁ¦¿´Áö
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Your beef was my beef
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³× ¹®Á¦°¡ ³» ¹®Á¦¿´¾î
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Remeber that time with Butta on your video set
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Butta°¡ ´Ï ºñµð¿À¿¡¼ ¾ê±âÇÏ´ø ±× ¶§ ±â¾ïÇØ
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When he was talkin' bout shootin'
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ÃÑ ½î´Â °Í¿¡ ´ëÇØ¼ ¾ê±âÇÏ´ø ¶§
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If you don't pay him, then I got into it
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µ·À» ³»Áö ¾Ê´Â´Ù°í Çù¹ÚÇß¾ú¾î, ±×¶§ ³»°¡ ³¢¾îµé¾ú¾î
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Son you gave me a hundred dollars when I came home
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±×¶§ ³Í ³»°¡ Áý¿¡ ¿ÔÀ» ¶§ 100´Þ·¯¸¦ ÁÖ¾ú¾î
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I didn't complain I wasn't in it to gain
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ºÒÆòÀº ÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î, ³»°¡ ¾òÀ¸·Á°í ÇÑ °Ç ¾Æ´Ï´Ï±î
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You my nigga when you hot and when the temperature changed
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³¯¾¾°¡ ¹Ù²î¾úÀ» ¶§, ³Í ³»°¡ ±â´î ¼ö ÀÖ´Â ÁÁÀº Ä£±¸¿´¾î
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Now we enemies, 'til we enter the grave
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ÀÌÁ¨ ¿ì¸° ÀûÀÌ µÇ¾ú¾î, ¹«´ý¿¡ °¥¶§±îÁö °ÚÁö
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When I got signed to Def Jam I offered you ten grand
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Def Jam°ú °è¾àÀ» ¸Î¾úÀ» ¶§ ³ ³Ê¿¡°Ô ¸¸ ´Þ·¯¸¦ ÁáÁö
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You said you didn't want it, then you started acting funny
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³Í ±×°É ¿øÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù°í Çß°í, ±×¶§ºÎÅÍ ¹º°¡ ÀÌ»óÇß¾î
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It started with the cover of YSB
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YSBÀÇ Ä¿¹ö ÀϺÎÅÍ ½ÃÀÛÇßÁö
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A picture of The Firm, everyone except me
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The FirmÀÇ »çÁø, ³ª¸¸ »©°í ¸ðÀÎ ¸ðµÎµé
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Then my voice disappeared off La Familia
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±×¸®°ï La Familia¿¡¼ ³» ¸ñ¼Ò¸®´Â »ç¶óÁ³¾î
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That's when it was clear to me there wasn't no real love
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±×¶§ ³ È®½ÇÇÏ°Ô ±ú´Þ¾Ò¾î, ±×µéÀº ³¯ »ç¶ûÇÏÁö ¾Ê´Â´Ù´Â °Í
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I was out The Firm, unless I signed a production deal
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ÇÁ·Î´ö¼Ç °è¾àÀ» ¸ÎÁö ¾ÊÀ¸¸é The Firm¿¡¼ ³ª¿Â°Å³ª ¸¶Âù°¡Áö¿´´Âµ¥
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Which I didn't do cus son, that wasn't real
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³ ±×·¯Áö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î, ÁÁÀº ÀÏÀÌ ¾Æ´Ï¾ú°Åµç
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I was never jealous of you
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In fact I was proud of you
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»ç½Ç ´Ï°¡ ÀÚ¶û½º·¯¿ü¾î
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I smiled when I heard you on "Live at the Barbeque"
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Live at the Barbeque¿¡¼ ´Ï ¸ñ¼Ò¸®¸¦ µé¾úÀ» ¶§ ¹Ì¼ÒÁö¾úÁö
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I respect you as an artist thou I'm no longer fond of you
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´õ ÀÌ»ó ´Ï°¡ ¸¾¿¡ µéÁö ¾Ê¾Æµµ, ³ ³Ê¸¦ ¾ÆÆ¼½ºÆ®·Î Á¸°æÇØ
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I gave you love from the heart unlike the people surrounding you
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³Ê¸¦ µÑ·¯½Ñ »ç¶÷°ú´Â ´Þ¸®, ³ Áø½ÉÀ¸·Î ³Ê¸¦ »ç¶ûÇߴµ¥
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(Chorus)
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Love in, Love out Nowaways is no honor, only drama
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»ç¶ûÀº ¿Ô´Ù °¬¾î, ¿äÁò µé¾î¼± ¸í¿¹´Â ¾ø°í, À̾߱â»Ó
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Your friend today can be your enemy tomorrow
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³ÊÀÇ ¿À´Ã Ä£±¸°¡ ³»ÀÏÀÇ ÀûÀÌ µÉ ¼öµµ ÀÖ¾î
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Never show weakness, tell 'em no secrets
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Àý´ë ¾àÁ¡À» º¸ÀÌÁö ¸»°í, ºñ¹ÐÀ» ¸»ÇØÁÖÁö¸¶
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What's deep is, I had love for you
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½ÇÁ¦·Î, ³ª´Â ³Ê¸¦ »ç¶ûÇß¾ú¾î
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But due to situations, I can't fuck with you
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ÇÏÁö¸¸ ÀÌ »óȲ ¶§¹®¿¡, ³Ê¶û ¹¹¶ó ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø±¸³ª
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Trust is a luxury I can't afford
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¹ÏÀ½Àº ³»°¡ °¡Áú ¿©À¯¾ø´Â »çġǰ
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Betrayal's something that I can't ignore
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¹è½ÅÀº ³»°¡ ¹«½ÃÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¾î¶² °Í
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(Verse 2)
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My love is real Some earn it, some are unworthy
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³» »ç¶ûÀº ÁøÂ¥¿´¾î, ¸î¸îÀº ½º½º·Î ¾ò¾ú°í, ¸î¸îÀº ½Å¿ëÀÌ ¾ø¾ú¾î
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Some, walk in the prescence of men with thoughts to hurt me
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And wonder why I throw shade and stay to myself
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±×¸®°ï ¿Ö ³»°¡ ¼±±Û·¡½º¸¦ ¾²°í ¾Æ¹« ¸»µµ ¾ø´ÂÁö ±Ã±ÝÇØÇØ
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Cus I'm me, plus I'm not betraying myself
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³ ³ª´Ï±î, ±×¸®°í ³ ³» ÀÚ½ÅÀ» ¹è½ÅÇÏÁö ¾Ê¾Æ
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I'm free from the burden of extending my hand
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³ ³»°¡ µµ¿òÀ» ¹ÞÀ» °¡Ä¡°¡ ¾ø´Â »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô
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To my man's that don't deserve it I only trust fam
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¼ÕÀ» »¸ÃÄ¾ß ÇÏ´Â ºÎ´ã°¨À¸·ÎºÎÅÍ ÀÚÀ¯·Î¿ö, ³ ³» °¡Á·¸¸ ¹Ï¾î
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When I was locked up, you was doing you excluded me
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³»°¡ °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤ÇûÀ» ¶§, ³Í ³¯ ¹ÐÃij»·Á°í Çß¾ú¾î
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You should be happy now that I'm doing me
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Áö±ÝÀº ³ª È¥ÀÚ´Ï±î ³Í ÇູÇϰÚÁö
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Niggas, acting like I won't give up a habit
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³à¼®µé, ¸¶Ä¡ ³» ¹ö¸© °³ ¾ÈÁÖ´Â °Íó·³ »ý°¢ÇØ
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I got a question: Who came to spank weight empty handed?
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±Ã±ÝÇÑ°Ô ÀÖ¾î: ¾î¶² ¹«±âµµ ¾øÀÌ ³Ê¸¦ ¶§¸®·¯ ¿Â »ç¶÷ÀÌ ´©±¸Áö?
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You smile in my face yet your eyes reveal the hate
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³Í ¹Ì¼Ò¸¦ ÁþÁö¸¸ ³ÊÀÇ ´«Àº Áõ¿À¸¦ µå·¯³»´Â±º
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Next time you talk about me, mention I ain't fake
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´ÙÀ½¿¡ ³»°Ô ¾ê±â¸¦ °É ¶§, ³»°¡ °¡Â¥°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¶ó°í ÇØºÁ
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I'm living my dream, live yours
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³ ³» ²Þ ¼Ó¿¡ »ç´Ï±î, ³Í ³× °Í ¼Ó¿¡¼ »ì¾ÆºÁ
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I gave sweat and tears
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³» ¶¡°ú ´«¹°À» ¹ÙÃÆ¾î
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You didn't even buy my CD, you say you my man? (uh)
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³Í ³» CDµµ »çÁö ¾Ê¾Ò´Â µ¥, ±×·¯°íµµ ³» Ä£±¸¶ó°í? (¾î)
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You so jealous your emotions make you careless
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³Í ³Ê¹« ÁúÅõ°¡ ¸¹¾Æ¼ ´Ï °¨Á¤Àº ¾ÕµÚ¸¦ °¡¸®Áö ¾Ê°ÔÇØ
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I hope when you hear this it makes you think before you staring
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´Ï°¡ ÀÌ°É µè°í ³ª¼±, ³ª¸¦ °·Áº¸±â Àü¿¡ »ý°¢ÇÒ ¿©À¯¸¦ °¡Áö°Ô
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At your last I hear you scheemin'
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Çϸé ÁÁ°Ú´Ù, ´Ï°¡ ²á²áÀ̰¡ ÀÖ´Ù´Â °Å ¾Ë¾Æ
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I'm reading you your last right
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³ÊÀÇ »ý°¢À» ÀÐÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ¾î
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Get your mind off primitive thoughts and get your cats right
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±× ´Ü¼øÇÑ »ý°¢Àº ¸¶À½¿¡¼ Áö¿ì°í Á¦´ë·Î ÇÏ´Â °Å¾ß
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I'm not limited, without rap I'd still be gettin' it
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³ ±¸¼Ó¹ÞÁö ¾Ê¾Æ, ·¦ ¾øÀ̵µ ¸ñÀûÀ» ´Þ¼ºÇÒ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î
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Yours truly, the dealer / lyricist
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±×·³ À̸¸, µô·¯ / lyricist·ÎºÎÅÍ
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*lyricist - ½ÃÀÎÀ̶ó´Â ¶æÀε¥, ¿ØÁö ¸ð¸£°Ô ¿ø¾î·Î ³²°ÜµÎ´Â°Ô °¨µ¿À» ´õ ÁÙ °Í °°¾Æ¼-.-
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(Chorus)
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Love In Love Out
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