feat. Blade
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Separate me from these streets, lord
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They tryina wear me down
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I do this for my people
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We try to make it out
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My nigga went to prison, gave him 7 years
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He said he was going through hell of in these streets for real
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Shit, that boy was damned, not homeless
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Not just cause he was dead broke
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But cause everybody want him
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His head off his shoulders
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His mama house got shot so many times
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That she ran and moved to Georgia
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When them killers can't find you
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That's what they resort to
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And when they on they manhood, your love warns you..
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So think before you move nigga
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I rather be judged by 12, than carried by 6
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So I'ma keep that tool with me
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And he say he don't never think about death
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Sliding one deep, cause he was born by himself
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Will there ever be peace, hell I feel like pac
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Often wanna know his last thoughts the night he got shot
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I'm doing this one for my g's tryina find a way out
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My nigga keep on grinding and watch how I play out, straight up!
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[Hook]
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A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain't your niggas
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Ain't no put your trust in the bitches boy, but
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We all make mistakes, and we all take losses
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That's the part of the game, and I know
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That change gonn come, homie
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We can't stop, ain't over till it's over
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I've been hustling for a long time
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I've been hustling for a long time
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Separate me from these streets, lord
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I do this for my people
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Bitch I've been down ever since I could remember
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Cold winter, pea and lasacce just for dinner
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Whole livin, mama dating different niggas, no father figure
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Tryina figure how to make a dollar from a lousy nickel
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Sometimes I sip a little liquor just to ease the pain
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Keep sippin till I float away
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They saying no place for a nigga, no place for a nigga
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I feel my aunt looking down on me
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Uncle he don't tell me keep it real and hold it down
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Only talk to my mama every blue moon
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Watch my grand daddy out the blue gone too soon
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This cold world got a hold on a nigga
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Got my dog doing time, cause they told on my nigga, argh
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Have mercy on the soul of a nigga
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As ice cold, lord take the soul on a nigga
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[Hook]
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A wise man one told me, that them niggas ain't your niggas
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Ain't no put your trust in the bitches boy, but
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We all make mistakes, and we all take losses
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That's the part of the game, and I know
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That change gonn come, homie
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We can't stop, ain't over till it's over
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I've been hustling for a long time
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I've been hustling for a long time.
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Hustlin For A Long Time
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| Ice Berg |
