(feat. Shateish)
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[Verse 1 (Scarface)]
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Up early in the morning,
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waken by the sound of my cell phone,
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Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
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Was a homie that I went to school with,
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tellin me life wasnt shit to fool with.
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These young niggas steady dyin' over dumb shit,
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fast money for your soul,
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now your done with.
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You hear the gun click.
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[gunshot]
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Blood stains on the walls and carpet,
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pain and the hardships
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of a father identifyin' his child
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from a photo of the plan,
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with his brains blown out now.
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Lets rewind to where it all took place,
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started off in math class early that day.
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Hey! Its high school,
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and everybodys tryin to earn a rep
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and he gone gun shot a homie to death.
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The impossible is happenin,
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children are left to make decisions.
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Do ya let 'em die or kill them urself?
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[Chorus (Shateish)]
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As I look at my life..
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Remembering where ive been.
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I may not have been here.
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Cuda been in the gutter,
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drowning in my tears.
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I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
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Everytime you turn around somebody got shot..
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Oooooh,
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but im still here.
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Im still here.
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[Verse 2:]
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Another homie got murdered in the dope house,
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ass pocket full of money,
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chillin' gettin' smoked out.
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Two shots hit him in his face when he blast it,
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frame pictured,
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and its closed casket.
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This is so tragic.
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I see death on every block I turn,
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its just not my turn.
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Live the same lifestyle,
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cash money to burn.
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Weed blowin' steady slippin' in the darkest term.
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When it feels like real life,
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knowin' is next.
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Rep to take it,
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be the last left,
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humble yourself.
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In slow-mo you see your wholse life flashin'
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that second from the beginning,
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back to the end and that lesson
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is nothin short of what a nigga expect.
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Livin' life like this,
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this is duly respect.
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And I refuse to give debt.
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[Chorus:]
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As I look at my life..
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Remembering where ive been.
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I may not have been here.
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Cuda been in the gutter,
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drowning in my tears.
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I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
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Everytime you turn around somebody got shot..
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Oooooh,
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but im still here.
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Im still here.
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[Verse 3:]
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Yeah I remember,
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we tatted are names on our arms for fun.
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Writin rest in piece for the dead and gone.
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Thats just me,
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and I aint the one to stunt,
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but seems like im losing somebody every other month.
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Thats why I walk through the hood
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tryin' talk to the hood,
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but some niggas is lost in the hood.
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and we blind to that fact,
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that we actin' like they wanted us to act.
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White man versus black.
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Reason I aint vote for my iraqs 'cos I love 'em.
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They gonna want him hanged after that.
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In god we trust,
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what? (what?)
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Money or the life of a soldier
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sent to die in the war in a fight,
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that never should took place.
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Mary K-K-K
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used to be a great place (great place),
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now I guess we save face (save face).
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John McCain hates niggas, (hates niggas)
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on Martin Lutha King day. (hahahahaha)
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Go Figure.
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[Chorus:]
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As I look at my life..
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Remembering where ive been.
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I may not have been here.
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Cuda been in the gutter,
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drowning in my tears.
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I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
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Everytime you turn around somebody got shot..
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Oooooh,
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but im still here.
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Im still here.
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Still Here
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| Scarface |
