[Hook x2]
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Here we go again, living life on the run
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Here we go again, they got me riding with my gun
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Here we go again, man this shit is a trip
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Here we go, again
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[Lil' Keke]
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How the hell you gon win, looking at ten in the Penn
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Living in sin, bout to go back again
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Ducking the government, and running from the sleigh
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Got money to infiltrate, and I still ain't straight
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It's a hard life, when you depend on love
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It ain't no way for you to change, you was born a thug
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You ain't ready for the war, these streets'll eat you alive
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Trying to get all that I can get, because I wanna survive
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They say pressure bust the pipes, shit they speaking the truth
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I probably been pulled a trigga, if I didn't have loot
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I'm from the bottom, niggaz and killas baby we got em
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Dope fiends and crumb snatchers, that's straight riding
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Couldn't even see myself, trying to do it again
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Gotta be ready for whatever, in the places I've been
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This shit a trip mayn, but I ain't gon even let it worry me
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A soldier for life, true to the game you heard me
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' Keke]
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These niggaz hating and jacking, so it's official
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Everytime I ride, I'm strapped with fo' nickel
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Times getting tough, and FED's getting rough
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I stay on the mash, cause I ain't never got enough
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Trying to make it through the storm, so I could see the other side
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A nigga be dead, without his nuts and his pride
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This game worldwide, I take it how it come
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We living so raw, up in the city that I'm from
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Each and every year, the system is start switching
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Seven out of ten of these niggaz, gon be snitching
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Oh you rights done rocked up, you better be glocked up
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Cause niggaz go for broke, when the traffic is stopped up
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For real, I'm talking boys getting shot
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I know your hood off the chain, but these streets is hot
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It's a mad shame, in this shife dirty game
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We black and caught up, with nobody to blame
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' Keke]
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I pray to the Lord, for this soul of mine
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I've been chasing down the clock, he got me stuck up in time
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Niggaz living for the fame, I want the money and power
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And I promised my old man, I wouldn't be no coward
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So I'm living my dream, yeah a neighborhood legend
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Steaks on the plate, I ain't got time for the begging
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My family is fed, with nice sheets on the bed
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Artillery and surveillance, glocks with infrared
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Niggaz want me dead, but I'm far from scared
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Cause I swear, I'ma come where you lay your head
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Cause I'm a outlaw nigga, catch the straight feeling
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All about charges, hustle for a living
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My testimony, is to never be phony
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Lil' Keke the Don, CMG the one and only
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I place a nice bet, that I'm a ghetto vet
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And it's Herschel Wood for life, representing my set
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[Hook x2]
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Here We Go Again
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| Lil' Keke |
