Well where I stay its like basehead Heaven
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Brothers clock dollars 24-7
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Some get caught and some don't
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Some'll make big money, some won't
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Some bite the bullet the hard way
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Brothers play the game of death but don't know how to play
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Money in ya pocket can't roll cause you're square
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Livin day to day is a black man's dare
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Money things and jealousy's a big parta life
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You thought you was the man till they stabbed you with a knife
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They took ya whole stack for a piece crack
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Brothas don't know how to act, watch ya back
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(CHORUS)
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They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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They gonna get you, you betta watch ya back
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Grow up in the ghetto actin savage
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When junkies smoked dope and murder was average
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How could you cope in the city of dope
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Young brotha hangin from a tree by a rope
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Ya sellin pound to pound earnin nothin but a name
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In the streets ya got fame, but the chilla all the same
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Flashin cash and thinkin you're on top
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But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop
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A brotha who's nothin will always have nothin thats a fact
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People don't know how to act, watch ya back
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(CHORUS)
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Walkin down the street around 12 at night
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Tryin to sell rocks but ain't a base head in sight
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One pops up from outta nowhere
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And then another and another and another
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Shoulda watcha back like a soldier
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I told ya
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They're gonna getcha brotha
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(CHORUS)
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Watch Ya Back
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| Esham |
