[Chorus]
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die,Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die,Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Why all of my Homies Had too die before they got too grow?
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[Verse 1]
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Off in my prime, Niggas was dyin for playin it raw. jermey got nine, and panell dead from bustin with the law.
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So I'm left with bad thoughts, Cause all the good ones faded dead. Why you have 2 take the real? Should've took the fake Instead.
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I sit and shake my head cause this dirty world cold. My cuz ain't nothing but 15, got life with no parole.
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And my pockets too the head and I cant afford a lawyer. In this ghetto with no father figure looking up too ballers.
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My family they cant stand me cause they figure ima die. These niggaz wanna kill me n plus the judge wanna give me five.
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I tol em you Lie, Know yo heart filled with haterd. This one here 4 thalma Jaykens keep yo head up you gone make it
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[Chorus]
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Why all of my Homies Had too die before they got too grow?
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[Verse 2]
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My troubled soul so cold and plus its nuff too know discusion. Growing up n that 4 trynna make something out of nothing.
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Why you had 2 take my dawgs, what I'm asking wen I get on my knees. Fuck the laws dey just hating don't wanna see me make G's.
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At night I cry,Wondering why you had too take my paw. Figured That ah teach a lesson, That just made me raw.
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And for my dawgs up n heaven look we bout 2 shine. Pour out liqur 4 you nigga when you cross my mind.
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Had friends but in the end couldn't stand the heat. Both of our daddys smoked [?] So we ran the streets.
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And being mad at the world got me mugging dem niggas. It ain't too many real clowns too be trusting dem niggas. (Ya hurd me)
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[Chorus]
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Why all of my Homies Had too die before they got too grow?
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[Verse 3]
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I know you looking down on us and see what we going threw. You see we gotta bring drama If a Nigga Showing you.
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In the Hood where we live Everybody acting rude. Round dere since I was lil so dat fucked my attitude.
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And wen I had problems I use go and ask my momma,But she was too busy dealing with fucking daddy drama.
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So I chose too get the wrong answers from the thugs on the block, They tol me get up off yo ass n start the hustling with rock.
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From then on I felt grown,Cause I bought 4 myself. I left all my niggas alone cause Ima die byself.
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And these days Everybody slanging iron and the reason why we dying Caused we fucked up in our prime. (our prime)
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[Chorus]
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical.
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We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul.
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Why all of my Homies Had too die before they got too grow?
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Life Of Crime
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Lil' Boosie |