[Intro]
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What can I say? It's so real
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I don't even feel like talkin most of the time
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It's ironic that I happen to emcee
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Then I don't really wanna say shit
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Kinda funny though
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Huh
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[Styles P]
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I always feel the ghost-es amongst me
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I remember times when the roaches was hungry
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The livin was grungy, if it's money I bungee until the cord breaks
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Thinkin that I might be the one that's in the Lord's way
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Am I the bad that's provokin the good
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We all ride, all live and we smokin the good
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But my nigga on the reel to reel
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We move stock, 'til we not for gettin killed for bills
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And it's all about the chills and thrills, and the good times
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It's like the mob nigga, in it 'til the hood dies
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Addicted to the concretes, addicted to the crates
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If we don't get a connect, we stickin up a wake
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What'chu know about a wake, with the bishop bein late?
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All my jail niggaz standin up, fists up to the gate
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Faggot-ass C.O.'s get the piss up in they face
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Hold a grudge cause the judge never listened to the case
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[Chorus: Aja]
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Even though you feel like, cryin
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Just keep on smilin
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Believin that, there is gonna be
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somethin better past the pain
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And even though it hurts, like hell
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You, just keep on feeling
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Don't stop moving
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It's all worth it in the end - you just keep the faith
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[Styles P]
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You can see it but you just can't vision it
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Society judge a man for the way, that he live in it
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Either you gettin money or deal with imprisonment
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No in betweens - I'm gettin green
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Spots in the world where, they don't know what dinner mean
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It's really not that crazy in the paint
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Hear 'Clef in the club, have Haiti on the brain
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Surrounded by liquor drinkers, niggaz makin it rain
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And the world's always changin but we still need change
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Life's a bitch, is death like a good woman?
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I ask that, cause I know the whole hood comin
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And the fam comin, and do heaven got
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a ocean or a dam runnin tryin to understand somethin
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Flowin like a feather in the wind
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It start off rough, do it get better at the end?
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Do I go to a place, where I don't never have to sin?
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Yeah!
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[Chorus]
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[Styles P]
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I'm wicked in my ways cause my temperament
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Ride for my crew and fuck, everybody's sentiment
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You enter in the dragon or "The Gangster and the Gentleman"
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Saliva, is like poison, with adrenaline
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I spread love to the point I hit the hay line
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Fuck jail and state time but you ain't gon' take mines
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It sucks when you livin on gun terms
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Rather be high on the island gettin sunburned
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Live 'til I'm old know what my daughter and my son learned
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Life is all real my nigga, you get one turn
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I'm tryin to tell these boys that they oughta learn
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It ain't just fire my nigga - even water burn
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[Chorus]
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[Aja]
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Faith makes all things possible
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Faith is the reality of, things I hope for
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And the evidence of things not seen and told
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Keep the faith y'all, just keep the faith y'all
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[Chorus]
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[Aja ad libs to the end]
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Keep The Faith
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| Styles P |
