Verse One: B.G.
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I'm tryin' to do right
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But I'm surrounded by wrong
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Avoid the all night flight
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And still make it on my own
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I'm tryin' be cool
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Do what I gotta do
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But playa haters all over
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So I roll with my crew
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I'm tryin' stay over
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And just stay my ass in school
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Ain't many choices to choose
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And this rap game I can't refuse
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I wanna win don't want to be the one to loose
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My pistol my only friend
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Cause busters try to bring the blues
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Leavin brains with no clues
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Spin the ben in black clothes
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They tryin' ta' take my only life
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Leave my folks on the front row
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Bury me in providence
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Heavy weight that rose
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They wanna steal the B.G.
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Now tell me Alton
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Ain't that cold
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What can I do
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Now what can I do to get out the game
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What can I do
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Now what can I do to make change
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Every other day around my way niggas dyin'
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Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I'm tryin'
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-Chorus- (Juvenile)
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I'm tryin' to shake the monkey off of me
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Lord please let me go where I needs to be
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Ball 'till I fall it's a poor family
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Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me
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Verse Two: B.G.
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I'm tryin' to get my mail straight
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Sell cd's and tapes
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I don't want to be jail bait
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Niggas want to kill me
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And increase the hell rate
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They almost got me
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But I slip the spot it was too late
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I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother
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And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother
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Settle down wit' a silent hoe
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And drop a tight seed
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So I can raise another uptown B.G.
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Just like me
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I'ma give 'em but I wish had a dad
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He goin' be smart and bad nigga
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Throwin' up a solga rag
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This world is kurupted
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The police is crooked
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My boy was runnin with a ??? gun
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His young life they took it
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This ??? is rotten
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Everyday it get's colder
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They throwin' away the key
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Sendin' the soldiers to angoula
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My round slangin' that yola
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With they hand on that iron
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To keep my mind right
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Beleive nigga I'm tryin'
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-Chorus-
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Verse Three: Lil' Wayne
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I'm tryin' to be a man at fourteen
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Choppin iron at fourteen'
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Nigga that tells my only way
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(B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen)
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A lil' bity something
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Whuckin, representin' partners
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Ain't to good in my neighborhood
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Uptowns my partner
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I ain't lie i'm tryin
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To go the right way
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But the night flight way
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Just ain't the right way
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I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live
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So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill
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Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel
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Can't even see me I'm so lil'
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And you expect me to give this
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Just to switch to positive
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As hard as I'm tryin' do it I just can't make a shape
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School I'm tryin' go through it but I just can't make a shape
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Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin
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Do good I want yeah but on half i just keep hangin'
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I'm lookin for a change but change ain't lookin for me
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Will I remain a B.G.
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Or a A student
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We'll see
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-Chorus- 2x
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I'm Tryin'
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