[sample is cut up]
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"Please baby, please don't leave"
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[R. Prophit]
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We represent the slums.. alright..
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Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad
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Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad
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We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad
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But Doug was always humerous bout the things they would never have
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Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town
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Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down
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Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now
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I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound
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I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin
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in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight
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I'm drinkin milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feelin straight
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Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate
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[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background]
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We represent the slums... We represent the slums...
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We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
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We represent the slums... We represent the slums...
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We represent the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
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[Big V]
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Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out
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Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house
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Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come
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Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you
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Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime
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Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be
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Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real
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Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real
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Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right
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National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife
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Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite
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Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rooms tonight!
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[Hook - 2X]
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[Scales]
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Now once again, you see me layin down the law
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These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall
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Bitch I'm Southern bred
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That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
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I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest
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And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order
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Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter
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Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it
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Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits
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Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble
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Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample
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Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia
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Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)
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[Hook]
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Slums
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