[Intro]
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I Give up [x5]
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[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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I give up [x5]
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I give up [x5]
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[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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Yeah a Fuck rap!!!
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Til I own my own shit
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I rather hide in ya closet
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An think about ya kids while they sleepin' the crib
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Just to make ya mad I been bad
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I'ont know what fuck I been thinkin in my head (damn)
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It's like I never stay sober I just drown in it
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My nigga I gotta just off I just pound in it pound in it
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I really feel like I'm doin this shit for nothin
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Make a album in three weeks and it'll a be tight if ya lucky
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And I do it fo the fans cause they love strange music
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And its really gettin close before I'm throwin up the deuces
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I just did a three album trilogy, George lucas
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An I only got a lil bit left to pour into it
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And then the gas tank is empty wit no station
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An I know a full a hand of emcees that won't say it
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Money is the root of all evil ya'll keep tryin
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Got you lyin to ya self
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When ya'll keep lyin
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[Hook:]
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I give up [x3]
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[Verse 2: COS]
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I give it up on it all together
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I show'em my love they think its tougha than leatha
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I show'em my struggle I just show'em my hand
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Shits like a puzzle I dont fit in no plans
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No I ain't fit no muslim
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I try to stick what I can
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They threw a nigga overboard
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This how I swam
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Cause this who I am
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A high school dropout, convicted felon
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You ever saw ya mom walked out and just keep bailin
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In the mean time they sellin me dreams
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I put my heart on the line
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I ripe it right out my sleeves
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Before the heart overwind, just the feelin between
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Cause when I'm slope, it don't bother me
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I outta be screamin' how theses nightmares come when I'm dreamin'
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You think I live on em street the way they got me wakin up bleedin'
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And these voices yellin' at me tellin I need to feed'em
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When they fuckin me so raw, I should be drownin and seaman
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[Hook:]
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I give up [x3]
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[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]
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See, supeshes in the house but ya'll don't know about that (shit)
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You the reason why we go on the road an get so much dap
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We the reason the fans understand about our life
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See they go though the same ass shit!! they just like us
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Damn we gettin love in the game thanks to strange
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(oh wee) we like drew breeze niggas saints in the game
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But I don't get no losses ain't o and 3
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I eat my meat real fresh it ain't molded meat
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I know the season just started, but I'mma bring the heat
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And if this is my last album I won't be surprised
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But if I do a couple more an I don't get the prize
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I never be the motherfucka that'll seem to feat
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I GIVE UP!!!
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I'm sick of this, burnin me like a silphis
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I'm about to disappear niggas call me menso fliks
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A Rob Rebecc I'm done take that to the hood
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[Hook:]
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I give up [x3]
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I Give Up
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Brotha Lynch Hung |