Verse I
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Find myself with my mic in a tight spot
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There the type to pick a fight in the light or dark
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Sceneries turn mean they and mimic me
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Many men is thieves epidemically
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Calling names out who¡¯s gonna settle it
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They use fists ignorant to break our fellowship
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Those thugs at the parties never get chicks
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Under developed kids dropping out a English
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Bunch of idiots living insignificant
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Caught in anything they¡¯d kill a king
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No worries man be Christness got me off the crutches living righteous
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And I might just
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Hang with the likes of these common thieves, prostitutes you can say you saw me
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Chorus
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If I¡¯m a live, I¡¯m a live for my God
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And if I¡¯m a die I¡¯m a die for the cause
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Don¡¯t¡¯ matter got peace in my mind
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Day after day, let the love shine
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Quit Thuggin'
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