[Slug]
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He started running down the middle of the street
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Bare feet, looking like he needs a little to eat
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Broad daylight, the school kids are laughing at him
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It doesn't matter, he's battling a traffic jam
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A Pacman tryna come up a quarter
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Joystick, put your score in the corner
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Running from the ghosts till you get that pill
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Gotta hit the wall when you wanna stand still
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He's used to sell crack, years back
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I remember it was him and his weird fat cousin
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The last ones that you would've guessed at it
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Soundtrack was "Black Planet" and "Sex Packets"
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A long time ago in a hood
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that is still relatively close as the crow flies
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No time to grieve or bleed
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Tryna find a way to fulfill those needs
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[Chorus: 2X]
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Such temptation, what's the basis?
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Cutthroat rages, tuck the razor
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Stuck in a phase of must get paid here
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Blood rush, raised up to the majors
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[Slug]
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I was living at my dad's crib
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still a kid, when my best friend began to drift
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So I guess I was a lame
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cause I wasn't with the game, motherfuck cocaine
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Yeah I know you didn't want to be broke
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It's a common excuse for those that sold dope
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If your momma had knew, I know she'd throw blows
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Y'all moved here from Chicago to grow
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You got a tool up inside of your coat
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And you got no clue why you decided to smoke
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I never even said goodbye to the bloke
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I would see him around but never try to provoke
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But here we are two decades later
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I'm curious to see what the kingpin's days made of
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You never got to be Scarface
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Caught between a rock and a hard place
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Maybe he got something to say to me
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I have to patiently wait and see
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Hoping that heaven has a vacancy for dope fiends
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Cause I know he never made it to the major leagues
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[Chorus: 2X]
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The Major Leagues
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