Verse 1: Noreaga
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Yo I grew up like the regular thug, I think I told you that
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My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
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I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all of that
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So now I kick back and get paid for raw rap
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Nigga 'Pone ain't home, not yet (not yet?)
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Yo it don't matter cuz we's all on the same set
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Me and ??? kick it on the here and there
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The really head to tough but the love is there
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My pops died on July 3rd, '98
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So now a nigga need mad herb
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Cuz my pops is here yo he loved his son
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Matter of fact my pops the one that showed me a gun
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And said "Popi, you gotta protect ya moms
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Even if that means that you gotta strap up arms"
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He used to make me hit the punching bag
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My dad, he was a boxer god
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And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
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He just a thug and I love him yo
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So I'ma spread that love...
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Chorus (repeat 2x)
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Sometimes I wanna cry and pray, sometimes
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Sometimes I want Channel 8, sometimes
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Sometimes I get drunk all god damn day
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Sometimes I wanna go back around the way
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Sometimes I wanna ride and smoke, sometimes
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Sometimes I got money and I still feel broke
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Verse 2: Musolini
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I cock and pop 3 in the air for my niggas not here
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Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
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Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
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You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
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And who know it that you go so quick
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We all felt hopeless, through blunt smoke
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My pen spittin and I show this
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I swore an oath you would notice
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I go to lengths with my rap strengths
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When I think about my past friends K-Rock and D-zo
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Primo from the same block as me since we was shorties
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The pain and project glory
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I get touched it all absorb me like a weed head rush
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Keepin the thorough for my passed he-ro, I must
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All my peoples street and physical
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I still see you featured in my heart sometimes it might wrinkle
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Much drinkin when I'm thinkin, its like I feel a hush over the skies
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Touched by dead guys speakin...
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Chorus (repeat 2x)
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Verse 3: Noreaga
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Yo from Biggie Smalls to Killa B too
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??? and 2Pac, yo my twin and my pops
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Hit-Hard Todd and Smiley, T-Bone too
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And plus, my nigga Raheem, from ???
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You know I poured out beer for Fernando too
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And I still smoke my bogeys in the rest of the crew
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Yo ain't nothin changed still play ball the same
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I like to cheat a little bit just to run in my game
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But y'all niggas ain't here, can't believe this shit
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Thought you'd always be here, though we'd always be clique!
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But y'all niggas not here no more, it ain't fair no more
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Sometimes I get stressed and kick the door
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But I maintain still holdin' in the pain
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Why my pops had to go, why his kids the same
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Mothafuckin mambo, yo I love my dad
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I know he probably didn't realize what he had
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Chorus (repeat 4x)
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Sometimes
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| Noreaga |
