[Verse 1]
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My name mean a lot to me, pain mean a lot to me
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Fame means nothing, but the game means a lot to me
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I slang caine on these blocks for weeks
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Ever since Rocky III, and the death of Apollo Creed
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I was a tiny little poppy seed
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As grimey as I could be, as sheiesty as I could be
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Niggaz who live nicely, who don't understand the life of me
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Other niggaz don't like me, and wanna take my life from me
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They don't understand that I love it, and I like the beef
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The raw, the guns, the violence, it's all right with me
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I be laying in the cut where the sniper be
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Righteously, waiting for you to get out the driver's seat
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I don't think like usual people
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Who think like usual people, who don't think right
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I think like Muslims, in movements of people, who move they people
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And move on your people, power is stronger than voo doo and evil
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I'm immune, I drunk the juice, took a root from the needle
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Still trying to figure out, why I do, the crimes I do
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With the minds IQ, of an Einstein too
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Tell 'em, Cha-cha, and bon, bon goo, they think I'm crazy, well I do too
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Leave me alone please, I'm in my two-three zone please
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Nothing can stop me, you fuckers can't stop me
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["Why" continues to play]
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[Verse 2]
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It's like my life keeps turning around
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Every second I need a lighter, I keep burning it down
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I smoke so much, I could nurture a pound
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My thoughts are always foggy, they blurring right now listen
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I see the game for what it's worth, pain, fame and work
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Girls walk with they brain in their skirt
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So while you're fucker, they thinking
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Of ways to get even, or a way out the hood, they make up a reason
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For the judge, for you take him and see him
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Until you face a subpena, that'll change your demeanor
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So be careful, where you skating through this game
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Remember it's other niggaz playing, skating in your lane
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Don't get clipped, or stripped skating in the rain
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Cause niggaz will keep rolling, and skating on your brain
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That's just the rules and regulations of the game
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When you playing you, you playing, and you paying like you weigh in, so..
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If not, those wolves aiming where you layin'
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And waiting on you patient with that thing up in the basement
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That's why I walk with that thing out, when I'm pasting
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Cause I know these niggaz hate it, that their little sisters love it
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And their girls really want it, plus I'm frontin
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Twenty three big truckin, new Z, new bucket
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Fuck it
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["Why" continues until fade out]
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Why
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| Juelz Santana |
