It’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
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know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’
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t know, I don’t know).
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There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
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know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t
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know, I don’t know). [
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2]
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My life is a jungle, I struggle, hustle, Monday through
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Sunday. They tell me the world is mine, but shit I don’t want
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it, who want it? How could it be mine and I’m still hungry,
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still homely, lost, and lonely? So I holler at the forces of
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the wind as a friend. But I predicted this ending back in the
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day. Cause I had visions of bad decisions—knew niggas would
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go astray. Although we pray, and we pray, and we pray, we do,
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but see when a nigga lose faith, no more united-divided, we
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fall, nigga and haul. We're all dealt fucked cards, but don’t
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complain, just play the hand that you was dealt. You play 'em
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right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail. It ain’t
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hard to tell when you be headed for self-destruction. Cause I
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could look at the piece, solve the puzzle. It ain’t no love
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involved. Everything we was dissolved. We all hard as one, but
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together we raw. And it ain’t a nigga that could fuck with
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that. We spreaded the talent. My nigga what’s up with that?
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Lettin’ the devil get in, should’ve pinned. You was
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pretendin' to be friends. We was slickin by that snake-in-the-
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grass, slither-slicked a nigga fast, yeah that muthafuckin
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snake-in-the-grass. We dropped our guards, and he got inside
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us like a virus. Now our family reunion done turned into a
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family crisis (crisis).
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Bizzy
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There’s always something you got to give up, up, up…if you
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want everything you want, want, want. [
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4]
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I was never on some solo shit. Always down to roll and blow a
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head off. He jet off and don’t know me (me), don’t tell me
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you love me (me). And when I was lonely and my daddy died. All
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of my niggas came, nigga dreamt. And thanks for coming. I’m
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still stressed out over the death. But I take a breath to puff
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my cigarette (Wet!). I think the world is just collapsing, but
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I’m still rappin’. Get it all off my chest. Go wackin' back
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to the action. When the bird was flyin’, low, and laughin',
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family bashin', 'til it just happened and Wally passed in the
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ashes. Workin' it tragic, gloomy, askin' if you'll ever come
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back tomorrow? We tellin' the truth, clone, you still beatin’
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around the bush. Baby I'm sorry it’s all in the game,
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throwin' up blood, fuck it Lay! Let's sign our life away!
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Wish
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Now see me, I ain’t givin’ up a muthafuckin thing. It’s
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hard to come by. And I ain't no bitch-nigga. Shit, commit some
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robberies and walk-by's cause you don’t want that, neither do
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I. But I will, I will, cause I’m a hustla, a hustla (Yeah).
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Until I die, I’ma get mine, even if it mean murder, gettin
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caught, fuck it, let me fire. You know, it's hectic niggas
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thirsty nowadays, but I’m a hustla just like you, don’t
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bring that shit my way.
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Well if there's something you can't give up, [Would you give
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it up?] to get everything you want? [I can't give it up!] [
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4]
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Hell naw, I be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga! Runnin'
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with niggas that's killas, the realest that be shermed out
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nigga! Fearin' my prophecy. Ain't no stoppin' me. Comin'
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through with the Mossberg shotty! I really don't wanna hurt
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nobody, just kill off Filluminati. Fuck the DEA, and the FBI,
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IRS can kiss my ass too! CPD, FCC y'all better quit
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trippin' 'fore a nigga come blast you. I'll blast you, hit 'em
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up like Pac did. Take 'em hostage, terrorized and tortured
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your ghetto resource. A big payback, payback. Little Lay that
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little nigga with scrilla. And bitch I thought you knew? You
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gotta beat on me, I gotta a beam on you. You wanna fuck with
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me, I'ma fuck with you. Biatch! Like it always be. Y'all
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bitches goin' have to kill me. Feel me! You goin' have to pop
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me, if you even tryin' to stop me from grindin'. I'm leavin'
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you blinded by the science of Mo Thug 'til you find us. All
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the nigga know is in real life in the streets gotta get that
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good life. Getting' that lle' up under the streetlights, it's
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a life I'm fightin'. A nigga want out but just can't get out.
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So I guess I gots to fix it. All them dreams of havin' them
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big things, I'm still gon' chase it. You'll see that.
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Krayzie
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There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
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know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’
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t know, I don’t know). [
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2]
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There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know,
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know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t
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know, I don’t know). [
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2]
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Flesh
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Here they come, wicked, and I bomb down. Bone servin' the
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fiends. Lit 'em up and then I'll hit 'em with a future shock!
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Then pulling my glock. That's when they all thought, "When
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this shit gon' stop?" Popped in my slug, and it goes pop!
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Droppin' this shit daily, kicking this thug music. But I love,
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also really love smo
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Can`t Give It Up (Rock Remix)
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| Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
