Psycho Realm, P.O.D.,
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Boo-yah Tribe. What? What?
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My soul is payable on death,
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the flow I'm layin here is deaf
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Mics come with a teflon vest,
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my words wreck
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I'm a Psycho, ill with the voco-loco.
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Heard a sick pedo noco noco by coasta logo
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Gas mask with the gangsta strollo
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Got a piece that will match
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the chrome D's on my low-low
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Total chaos, you think that
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I'm a rapper your way off
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I'm a killer that be murderin
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these tracks, so stay off.
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Serial rhymin, convicted of driving
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and beat the hymen
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and breaking the hymen on ears that never
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heard of the line that I'm in
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The danger zone is common,
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city blocks got the demons mobbin
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I'm a con-artist, starvin, strong armin
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Jason's guitarin,
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Traa's bass while Wuv is bombin
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Bring the streets to the booth,
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It's my therapy from mental scaring
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From the hell when i dwelled in an L.A. projects
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Ever since the day the streets be callin
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Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
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All i know is how to hustle man,
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so I'll stay on it.
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Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
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down on my face there's someone trying
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trying to grind it out these streets we live
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and I'm not dying
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My souls payable on death,
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home grown out the west
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my words be leapin from the grill
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leaving you holding your breathe
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So who want next, and who gonna test?
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Come get this lyrics beating,
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I'm out the frame like graffiti
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It's so misleading, but i make it look easy
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and everybody out the box trying to cop my steezy
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So my crew roll through,
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you know quite is kept
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But my level is next,
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so bet it all on dread
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I break bread with hustlers,
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conversate with kings
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Conquer kingdoms with warriors
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and preach to the fiends
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Partake communion with dealers,
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love the least of these
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Ask forgiveness from a priest
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and keep my ears to the streets
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Some of my people still fightin they own demons
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And some of my people still shootin until it's even
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Some kill you just because,
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and I'll leave it at that
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But I choose to use this mic
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to push these platinum plaques
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Ever since the day the streets be callin
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Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
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All i know is how to hustle man, so I'll stay on it.
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Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
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down on my face there's someone trying
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trying to grind it out these streets we live
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and I'm not dying
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Ever since the day the streets be callin
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Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
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All i know is how to hustle man,
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so I'll stay on it.
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Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
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down on my face there's someone trying
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trying to grind it out these streets we live
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and I'm not dying
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When it drizzle come the storm
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and when you born,
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you see that rappers die where I come from
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You thankin gangsta, thank the game
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West full circle and it finally came
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From the waters runnin how the west was won
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How them candles flamin
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for my brothers to find home
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Broken halos and clipped wings
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Though we birthed of the west coast,
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we'll talk in them real things
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Did ya'll know that gangstas don't cry?
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Did ya'll know all thugs don't ride?
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We gangsta pimpin but we had to
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You ever touch my sister, got you!
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I'm keepin it gangsta
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cause keepin it's worth keepin
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And paid for being processed
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With sleeping worth leaking
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The streets ball callin me out of control
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I'd rather be sending love before I let it go
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Ever since the day the streets be callin
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Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
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All i know is how to hustle man,
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so I'll stay on it.
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Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
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down on my face there's someone trying
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trying to grind it out these streets we live
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and I'm not dying
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Ever since the day the streets be callin
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Ooo what it takes to keep from fallin
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All i know is how to hustle man,
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so I'll stay on it.
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Somewhere in the world the sun is shining
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down on my face there's someone trying
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trying to grind it out these streets we live
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and I'm not dying
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I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
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For all it's worth,
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I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
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I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
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For all it's worth,
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I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
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I'll stay On The Grind, I do this all the time
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For all it's worth,
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I keep on searching for my piece of mind.
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On The Grind
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| P.O.D. |
