[Intro: B.G.]
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What's happening (what's happening)
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You know it's real in the field (real, really real)
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You know it's real in the hood (all the way)
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It's just real in the ghetto
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From my block to your block (my block to your block)
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From my set to your set (my set to your set)
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It be the same ol' shit
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Nation wide
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Look
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[B.G.]
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Everyday seems like the same ol' shit
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Eight years waking up to the same ol' bitch
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Only thing, hang with the same ol' clique
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Chopper City and we bought to train till the end
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Slim got killed, you gone see him in the bricks
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Nigga gotta jacking leave his brains in a ditch
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Every morning dope fiends looking for a fix
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They sick, fuck it they'll use they dog fit
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Everywhere a nigga breaking the same ol' laws
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All ending up behind the same ol' bars
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If they third time getting caught for the same charge
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It's they second time getting popped by Serge
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Me and mah niggaz making' the same ol' wish
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To be like Pac, and fuck with Smith bitch
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Nigga mouth always be the reason the Feds hit
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Them soft niggaz always be the first ones to snitch
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[Chorus x2: Hakizzle & B.G.]
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Everywhere a nigga go
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They do the same ol' shit
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Everybody a nigga know
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They do the same ol' shit
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Every time I'm holding mah eyes
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I see the same ol' shit
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What's going to happen when nigga dies
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The same ol' shit
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[Hakizzle]
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Look
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The same ol' that
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Same ol' this
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Everywhere in America, the same ol' shit
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Brains get bust
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Corpse get left in a ditch
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Them laws role up, but nigga don't know shit
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Mah neck of the woods, I was taught to never snitch
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I swore to the Lord, I'll never stand on a bench
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You want that work
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I know who got the cheap price
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When them killas move they be under the street lights
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My lil' dog got shot
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I'd been in a tight spots
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Situations when I ain't know if I am die or not
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So you don't gotta ask me why I act like I act
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But if you hating' on me I'd be forced to react
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I had shot glock 9's
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Been through hard times
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Did enough shit in my life to make the headlines
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Niggaz mah age in the under [?] line dog
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Only way you could stop me if you press charges
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[Chorus: x2]
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[Gar]
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It's the same ol' shit
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Ounces for dro over six
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But in the drought bought some 15 grams or 500 tech shit
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Make her stack up a zip quick
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Hits me with that jack shit
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You bought going to war for yours I'm bought the same ol' shit
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You takes one of mine we doing' the same ol' shit
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Eye for eye and its ride or die and it's as real as its gone get
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The dope game and the rap game, it's the same ol' shit
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You closest daughter get cut though trying' to hit mah lick
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Jail ain't going to stop a nigga from doing the same ol' shit
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We get probation, come home and its back to the same shit
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Get a strap and I'ma bang it
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Get a package and slang it
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When it's gone you going to replace it
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And do the same ol' shit
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No disrespect to the West, but we ain't on that gang shit
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It'll be one nigga, one key in broad day to come bang shit
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It'll be the same ol' hit
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The same nigga that sent
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When they try to get you before for killing his brother he ain't forget
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[Sniper]
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Lot of niggaz be bitches, talking the same ol' shit
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How they reeling' when they going down, brain getting split
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Grabbing, crying and dragging it be the same ol' lick
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Trying to get lifted for chips, but it'll change so quick
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Lot of hoes I be dicking and kicking, it'll be the same ol' shit
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They only sucking and fucking me, but they name on the strip
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Saying they pregnant after I hit, but the condom getting ripped
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Swear to God I'm the father, get it all and get to come harder
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When I was born my mother taught me bought the same ol' shit
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Don't let know body step on your toes, your ain't know bitch
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Hoes getting niggaz caught up for the same ol' shit
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Thinking what u you think is smarter and you ain't gone slip
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Every nigga that's working, doing the same ol' shit
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Flying with the same switch [?] just in, same ol' bitch
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Respect the code till I go, I'ma do the same ol' shit
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Smoke weed and get high till I die, and it ain't gone quit
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[Chorus: x2]
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[VL Mike]
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My niggaz holla, but it's the same ol' shit
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VL look out for me, nigga front me a brick
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That's why I'm still riding with the same ol' clip
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That's why I never left with the same ol' clique
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Mah nigga get outta line, make me hang yo bitch
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The only nigga that get ignorant and bring this shit
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Since '95 I been rocking like this
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Black bandanas, and taking them hits
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Dog get at me still the same ol' nigga
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My rap sheets, they just got a lil' bigger
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An NOPD still harassing a nigga
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And them Haitians still taxing a nigga
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Them Chopper City Boyz running this year
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Which one of you clowns would come in this hear
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Every time I look around it's the same ol' Vic
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Ain't nothing change in the hood, it's the same ol' shit
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[Chorus: x2]
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Same Ol' Shit
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| B.G. |
