[Hook: Luu Breeze]
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All I know is this pain in this life
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And this struggle it troubles me so
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All I know is that I'm stuck on this road
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Of success so I got to get mine
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All I know is this pain in this life
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And this struggle it troubles me so
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All I know All I know
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[Verse 1:]
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Red phantom, they say I look like Josh Smith from Atlanta
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I do, hachoo, excuse you, that nigga look like me
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He from the G.A., and I'm M easy, that's Game
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I don't do what you niggas do, that's lame
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I Soo Woo with my crew from the from the Burque
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I Soo Woo with my crew, from under Young Wayne
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A walkin' motherfuckin' flame
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Livin' up to my brothers name
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Rockin' that red shit, wasn't fuckin' with them other gangs
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Most other gang's, they wasn't fuckin' with me
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Ain't your average motherfucker, I'm a motherfuckin' G
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I got some shit on my chest that I want to get off
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I got some shit for that vest that will knock that bullshit off
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Money like made off, killing like aid off, royal holiday
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Hillel fucking Kay off, and I don't take a fucking day off...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2:]
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Cincinnati C hat, Boston B hat, them is me hats to the Philadelphia P hats
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Believe that; bring it to the hood so you can see that
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Dumb ass niggas like game, Where the keys at?
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Automatic start, nigga where the trees at?
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Red boned bitch like Alisha, where the keys at?
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Freeze that, like a fucking picture
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If you ain't a blood I ain't fucking with ya na I'm just fucking with ya
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Stay on my hood shit, hop in the bucket with ya
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Throw the ski masks on and get to straight fucking with ya
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Ain't that some shit, that bustards sick
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You wanna know how I'm livin' nigga ask your bitch
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Told you precisely how to ask and sit, and she a nasty bitch
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I came in her mouth ask her lips, you know why?
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Cause I had to go past them lips, Crip
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You probably paid for those ass and tits for...
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Fuck with the blood clock, smile for my mug shot
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Can't go out like em but I love Big, I love Pac
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Love Fab, love kiss that's where the love stops
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Cause I sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
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Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
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Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
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Before you say I'm acting Ruth
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Understand I'm tryna feed my people
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Haiti just like Compton the way I'm packing food
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But I will act a fool, put cheese on your head
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Motherfucker I will green bay packer you
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Have a whole football team of niggas after you
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Like the punt turn, when will you fucking learn
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Now take your ass back to school
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Wait till 3-o-clock click clack at you
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And fuck with your conscience like back packers do
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And I ain't Talib, Black Though or Mos Def
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But I've seen the most deaths
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And nigga I'm just telling you
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All I Know
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| The Game |
