N they shootin, I must be on top
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(it's clear up here)
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We coopin we must be inta trouble,
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Some hard type shit that cost a quarter mill a pop
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It makes me laugh ha, life is so ironic,
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How I would get tha cash I become so iconable
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Cop the fast cars that come with the trip tonic panel
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I live the life that's filled with the jealousy
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Doomed from the start its like we born wit a felony
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Wheres the longevity
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We in the place where best friends become enemies
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And foul nigguhs got the tendency
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You gotta watch what you wish for
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I hope to god its on a switchboard
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When I'm tryin to say a prayer and I'm callin hope you listen lord
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See its just my position lord
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Gotta me smokin on this blunt while I'm lookin at the sky
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Make it rain so I know the doves cry.
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Lord do you hear me praying, when I'm lookin at the sky
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I hope you can hear what I'm saying
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Its like my, my, my
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Im not really complaining, but it makes me wanna cry
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I know you can see what I'm saying
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Its like my, my, my
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Its like my, my, my
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Cuz god aint cryin when the sky starts to rain
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That must u and god in heaven poppin champagne
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And speakin of the shams, remember in Miami
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You got bent pussy it was your first trip wit me
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We was goin hard to many bottles up in free-vay
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U was goin crazy wit my Haitian man t-sway
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Pass that on the twins I had teesh fer like 3 days
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And I cant forget ur b-day
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We had dead body tap we was deeper then aye
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And now I'm just wishin I could see a nigguh face
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And they kill, bang bang, did u get it wit em yet
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And its a damn shame because nigguhs still upset
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Like chita chala god musta needed y'all
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I think about the street dream saw how we were born
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But now all I got is the memories of two great soldiers
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That are dear friends of me
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To tell you both the truth, I aint doin the best
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Im tryin to keep a positive mind movin thru the stress
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Im tryin to stay afloat, they say I'm doin the most
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Im doin way to much I'm playin death to close
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Im think bout the thought of goin back to court
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For the petty little games I really should avoid
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But its the calculator risk on how we make the chip
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Realizin if I slip its a bottomless pit
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If you'd a filled my shoes, would you walk a mile
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Let the media tear you down and turn around and smile
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I thank god that I'm alive to see a black president
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We screamin yes we can but that wont change the deficit
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That aint really even the best of it,
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You catch me in the streets I will surly tell you the rest of it
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My My My
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| Jim Jones |
