[Hook]
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Why, do they worry me
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Because the game, ain't what it use to be
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Where did all the G's go, uh-huh
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[Z-Ro]
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I be beeping niggaz with cell phones
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So why the fuck, the call back take so long
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If I depended on my niggaz, I'd stay stranded at home
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But everytime I got a show, my telephone ring
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They wanna fuck with me when, I'm in the spotlight
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Trying to get in friends, smoke and lean
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Feel me when a nigga say that, I don't love nobody
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The same person you call a partna, might try to slug your body
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Never ever underestimate, the next man's greed
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And it ain't no love if it come down to it, second and first cousins even bleed
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Losing love for my partnas, because they treat me like a stranger
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Plus my nigga for life, is headed straight for the gas chamber
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I took an oath, and said you didn't do it
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But when the judge winked at the prosecutor, we knew we blew it
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[Hook]
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[Z-Ro]
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And it ain't no such thang, as a faithful broad
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But I've been blessed to peep the game, that's why I'm thankful Lord
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So all the love letters and roses that you send her, she won't even much feel
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Cause all the while, the bitch be phonier than a fo' dolla bill
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Some niggaz got mo' bitch in em than bitches, always pulling a strap
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Sending mo' chicks up out they boxing game, but hiding behind a gat
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If you pull the thang on me, I might provoke you to use it
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Cause my life-my life is painful, and I ain't scared to lose it
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Even though it's brightly lit I live in darkness, keep a pistol
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With an extra cartridge, they mistake my paranoia for being heartless
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I wanna live in peace, but drama won't allow me
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That's why my mind is gone, I'm seeing X's and ounces to tree
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I know I've called up on your name in vein, but I'm humble when I bow
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If there was ever a time I needed you God, I need you now
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Lord have mercy too many suicidal thoughts, so I sold my piece
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But what's worse, knowing you live in hell or being a lost soul in the streets
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[Hook]
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[Z-Ro]
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And I will never understand why, the Governor
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Know innocent people living on death row and all he do is stand by
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No evidence on Dinkie, so we feeling the stress
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But you gotta satisfy public, when in arrest
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Whatever happened, to innocent until proven otherwise
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I promised I been dramatized, ever since the day that my mama died
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I'm running away from righteousness, and learning to sin
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But the same niggaz I kicked the do' with, facing five to ten
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So I've been blessed to a certain extent, and given a privilage
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Where if a sentenced committed, I'm forgiven when I repent
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When the police pull us over, they wonder why we're nervous
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Too many jobs defy with homicides, and funeral services
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And if I die please make it quick, no pain
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At least I know, I left a stain in they brain
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If it's time to die I won't cry, just make it quick with no pain
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At least I know, I left a motherfucking stain
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[Hook]
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[singing]
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Why?
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| Z-Ro |
