Intro:
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Yo! This is the mighty Nutcracker, no doubt
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Check it out
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It is ok that we make mistakes
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No one on this level is perfect
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It is ok to cry and make mistakes
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That is part of bein of a human being
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We must sacrifice for the best and the best is yet to come
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So everyone who doubt in thee
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I'm just sayin: ffuck you!
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Our society is fucked up
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They're fuckin our brothas
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This is-s-s, this is white society
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They've, problem, us, uh
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This shit ain't no god damn accident
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This shit wears niggaz out to heart
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This shit was created for us
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This shit was created to make niggaz tweak
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It must be something in the... the nigga blood or something
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This shit... these ni-ni-niggaz, ni-ni-niggaz)
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Verse One:
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Aiyyo the crooks be crooks and the sons be sons
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Made the biggest man beat the man with the biggest guns
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So elevate my mindstate, and take the weight
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Cock back two gats, it's power ?moves MA?
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I sacrifice my lifestyle, that I'm livin
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For or the real shit in drama that'll be givin
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For years, I never faked jackson with fear
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Step to my misions, man to man, act my own airs
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One for one, go for yours, blow for blow
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All out schemes CC, the big toe
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Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle, man
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Wordu, yo, uh..
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Verse Two:
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Here's a message from god, show'im how we roll hard
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This lifestyle I must sacrifice with the Def Squad
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It's all about, no getting' minds no fuckin' doubt
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And all y'all fake fuckin niggaz need a break out
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Word up, yo, I kill you in the battle
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Deadly like a rattle snake
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But I don't rattle
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Here's a sattle for the ride up ya life
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And if you don't know me, I think you better think twice
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You better step or check for someone else
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When you step in my trap, you wreck yourself
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Here's the wealth, good health and the money
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You funny, like a fuckin dummy Bugs Bunny
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Feel my wrath, here's my ass in the gold drag
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Cause I love to blast, and I love to crash
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Everyday we do it around my way
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Have no time to play, I just fade away...
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I sacrifice my lifestyle
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(Interlude Cuts:
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Hey, you can't change anything
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Just goin' on, youknowhat...
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Hope y'all... don't let TV take off your minds
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Le-learn and think for yourself)
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Verse Three:
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Ain't nothing sweet, you and death'll meet
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Fuckin withe streets, shit's real
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We know the deal so we pack steel
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We be the individuals livin reventless
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Packin the automatic weapons and bullet proof vest'es
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Me and my crew got to live in proof
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Livin Proof- so I choose not to fake moves
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I make moves and break rules if I have to
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No dough, so I got the gat pointed at you
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By any means I'm out for cream
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And willin to do sticks, catch vicks
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Because I'm on some trife shit
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Yo, I sacrifice my lifestyle man, wordup
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Outro:
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The absolute Nutcracker
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The boogie-woogie body snatchas
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Yea, to my nigga Deputy
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*?kidnap paper?* knuhmsaying
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My nigga Headquarters
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Smily, the Ghetto Child
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Brainsick Mob, A Mob, yo, yeah, uh
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Sacrifice
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