Them some small ass niggas man
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What happened to the realism God?
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Keep it tight!
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(Niggas, niggas ain't been, yo son
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Niggas wasn't gettin beatins like we was gettin)
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(Niggas wasn't playin knuckles now
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Niggas ain't playin knuckles no more)
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Niggas couldn't even, niggas couldn't even take a ass whippin
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(Niggas playin piddy-pat)
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Word up
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Let's build this shit right here
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Build this mountain of thought, thought process
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Let's build these pyramids in the mental real quick
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Knahmean, for real let's get it on
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(You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
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[Pop The Brown Hornet]
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Growin up I never thought it'd be like this
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Them kids I used to run with they end up on my hit list
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I remember when we used to rhyme
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Now we shootin at each other with fully loaded nines
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And crack got us buggin
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No more lovin and huggin
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It's strictly slug servin over turf
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What's it all worth
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See once you gone you gone and all your loved ones, they're left hurt
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And brothers don't think no more
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Cause all they wanna see is war
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Stupid mother, stupid mother pimped by America
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And can't even see the realness
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Get your act together, it's about to blaze
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Republicans they got them Democrats in a daze
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Cops are killin blacks more than ever
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Blacks are killin blacks more than ever
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We're blind in every which way shape and form
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You better analyze that the revolution's on
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They could care less about the black man's stress
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I can't even walk the streets without a bulletproof vest
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Bullets are flyin, black babies are dyin
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Mothers are cryin but I'm still packin the iron
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They say God works in mysterious ways
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Well, so do the devil on a whole different level
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That was one of the good ones, now he's gone
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I just seen him last night, word bond
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Ain't nuthin gonna stop the pain
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Just remember his face and his name
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Chorus:
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Mercy mercy me
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Things ain't what they used to be
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Like people change
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Oh things ain't what they used to be
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(You sufferin from the curse, black people changed for the worse)
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Mercy mercy me
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Things ain't what they used to be
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They rearrange
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Time is runnin out black man
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(They took it to a higher plane, but G.P. climbs and maintains)
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[Rubberbands]
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My mom said it wouldn't work, callin me a jerk
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Started smokin dust to make my body numb cause it hurts
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Never thought I'd be the one that I said I wouldn't be
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As a child, livin my life in misery
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Eighteen years of age, I thought this was the easy stage
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But I guess I got in wrong
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With so much pressure on my back I can just collapse
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But the black man stand strong like the Eiffel Tower
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I'm dealin with some hard times
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You wouldn't understand what I'm goin through
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Wakin up with pains in my head that's unbearable
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Just caught a few but if I catch another case
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I might be placed in a correctional facility
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Hit with a 1 to 3 but never been convicted of a crime
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But then again there's always a first time
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[Down Low Recka]
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Lord have mercy on these niggas man
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(Oh mercy mercy me)
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Yo everyone was at the wake cryin
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Family members and close friends, inside they dyin
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For some it's never understood
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But the bottom line is he gone for good
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Heh, I say a prayer then exit to my left
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Cause I'm still here waitin for my date with death
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Sometimes I wonder what's better
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Either walkin with the dead forever
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Or meet my creator sooner than later
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I often hope that the way I chose was the right one
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Cause the road we walk through life is a tight one
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Quick to throw grease in your path
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You slip and fall they gonna sit back and laugh
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But I'm fully equipped cause my shoes got grip
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I'm sharp with the tongue plus mentally fit
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Been through a lot, now I got my hands in this pot
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And it ain't gon stop
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Times are changin, Illuminati want it all
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And when they take it they gonna say it's cause of y'all
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Gangbangers and drug dealers murderin each other over cash
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That ain't gonna last, lord have mercy
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Word up
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Let's build this shit right here
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Build this mountain of thought, thought process
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(They took it to a higher plane, but G.P. climbs and maintains)
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Let's build these pyram |