Chorus 2X: Lil Dap & Agallah
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As the weed burn kid, I'mma make it in life
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Am I qualified for a crib, a kid and a wife?
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Do I have to stay worried getting shot stabbed with a knife?
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Gettin caught gambling dice, to hustling ice
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Going to jail once, going to jail twice
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A nigga sold, 25 to triple life yo
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{Lil Dap}
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We took time in the ghetto building with O.G.'s
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To askin me, do we know the code of the streets
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Walkin the beat, in the hood were it's all good
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A Tear For The Ghetto, they don't wanna be in hood
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It's like a tear in disguise, decides to get wise
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And through my eyes, I can see through these fake ass guys
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I turn a thug into a rapper, a rapper into a thug
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Throw that ass into the street, show him no more love
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I guess these cats have brought reality from the one of above
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Too deep in the game, can't concentrate
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Droppin bombs in the ghetto, like the game of Kuwait
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Meditatin with my niggas, cuz we just can't wait
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36 months left till the year 2G
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I've granated with my niggas across the land and see
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Because we channel thru our music and thats all we know
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Comin thru the ghetto with that ill ass flow
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Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
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Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
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What? Channel thru our music and thats all we know
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Comin thru the ghetto with that ill type flow
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Got to reach the top, got to reach our goal
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Separating real brothers from these weak ass souls
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Chorus
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As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life
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As the weed burns kid I'mma make in in life
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Interlude:
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Why are we doing this?
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Because the families have no love
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{Agallah}
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At the city, crime found dead eight o'clock sharp
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Nigga get murdered, right by the string of a harp
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Cannot get saved from the heart, and I'mma bring this art
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Like an exhibit in Greenwich Village nigga, Agallah Mozart
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Rock shots to block and drive the Benz slow start
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Lyrics keep going when Pose Polebar
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I'm just a soldier, man, I'mma go far
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Some of you never made it, cuz you refuse to know god
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Comin at me with crowbars, when I'm comin out of 4 cars
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Fillin so many maggots in me, Corleone tron
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Puerto Rico my homeland of the man sipping the motar
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My whole clique, G.I. Joe, y'all are Cobra
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Stay fake niggas, is always caught John Blaze
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Contemplate, moves of Agallah 8, make a mistake
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Yo I come to your wake, with 5 niggas with bandanas
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Yo, your clip insert banana arm
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Chorus 2X
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{Melachi The Nutcracker}
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Just to make it in life, I used be livin trife
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To be precise, run up on you with a gun or a knife
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And that's word, to my fam 183rd
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Yo A-Mob, and fuck what you heard
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The Battle Cat is back, but I'm no longer 16
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I'm down with Dap and we don't shine we gleem
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The Group Home team is tight like old slacks
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Of the meat rack, slappin weak rappers back
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You get caught up in my track, and see that this is no act
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I wan't more than a smore stack, move against me and floor flat
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Is the black man qualified to make it in life?
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Or will he die trying, to earn some stripes
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I gotta eat, so you will meet your defeat
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To make my mission complete
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Chorus 2X
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As the weed burns kid I'mma make it in life
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As the weed burns kid I'mma make it in life
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Make it in Life
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