It's Your World Lyrics
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Verse 1
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Night blows, stoves don't work.
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Hoes at work.
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Glorious, so I wear 'em on my shirt.
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Wish I was free as che was
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I spend the day buzzed
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Trippin off hypes,
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wishin for nights in different flavors.
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The age of Cain and Big Daddy
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(in big) body Caddies,
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Uncles named Larry
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that really never grabbed me.
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My mother gave birth
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but she really never had me.
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Left to the hood to play daddy.
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Raised by niggas named
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Butch, Boo and Be-Be
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With wieght, so they weigh they,
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status on the streets,
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license plates that say they
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Motto
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This is Chicago in the hay-day
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Similar to Good Times,
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I guess that I was Jay-Jay.
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A skinny nigga
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Young girls with penny figures
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So many niggas
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stacked upon each other
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It's the black upon each other
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that we love so much
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Wonder how many of us
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is drugs gon' touch.
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Used to gangbang,
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aint really thug that much
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rather have some thick broads
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and a dutch to clutch.
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Went to school in Baton Rouge
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for a couple of years
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my college career got down
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with a couple of beers.
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Came back home
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now I gotta pay back loans
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same niggas, same blocks
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same shit they on.
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Only thing different quicker
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they click that chrome
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in my defense
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yo, I had to hit that zone.
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Man to man
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I'm good workin' with my hands
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My generation never understood
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workin' for the man.
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And
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of being broke, I aint a fan
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now I stand in the same spot
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as my old man.
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My life I planned
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not to be on this corner
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I still wanna see California,
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But this is my world.
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Chorus
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It's your world (yeah) (It's your world, your world)
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It's your world (It's your world)
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It's your world (Oh, it's your world, your world)
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It's your world (Yeah)
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Verse 2
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Life and death blow around us
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Four-pounds and pounds
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a verb from out-of-towners
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it's hard to stay grounded.
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We stay high
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that's why old-folks down us
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Lost, nobody found us
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The force that surrounds us.
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Aint wit us
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they get us on the ground and hit us
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we paint pictures of the change
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under they names and scriptures.
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Removed from Earth
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only to return through birth
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Knew this girl, sellin' her body
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wish she knew what it was worth.
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Between God and trash
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Lookin' in every car that pass
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With a walk that suggests head).
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To milk niggas, she was breast fed
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She know dairy,
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so she say cheese to get bread.
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In the ar-e (area) where it's
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more weaves and less dreads
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Kind of scary
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amongst theives and baseheads.
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Said it was her toes,
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but I could tell her soul hurt,
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she was cold turk
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growin' up she got to know hurt very well.
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In the world where
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self-hate is overt
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Her step-father thought he was ike
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so her mother he'd strike
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She got to like like-minded niggas
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who like crimes and figures
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Doin' white lines and liquor
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See hard times and kicked her.
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In the ass
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it used to be thicker
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life is fast
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some choose to be quicker.
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I remember in high school
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she had a passion to sing
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now she see herself
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in a casket in dreams.
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These are the children of crack and rap
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Blacks that lack
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self-esteem
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yo we forgot the dream.
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On our Jeffersons ya'll
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but we forgot the theme
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in the Chi
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we even rootin for a garbage team.
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This queen,
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never seen herself on this corner
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She still wanna see California
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But this is her world.
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Chorus
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It's Your World (Part 1 & 2)
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