*featuring Rasheed
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[This song is on SPM's album, but SPM isn't on it, only Rasheed]
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[First Verse:]
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This weed got my brain burnin',
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Learnin' as the World turnin',
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Concernin' the truth, I reminisce as a youth,
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Mommy fightin' Daddy while I'm developin' in the stomach,
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While he punchin' I'm feelin' it comin' I feel the Mama hummin,
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Numbin' the brain, cocaine flowin' through my veins,
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Born addicted and picked it up in this pleasure and pain,
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I guess that's the reason for the natural chip up on my shoulder,
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My children keep me from growin' colder and growin' bolder,
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I bent the block and think about when I was on lock,
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Then got my glock and put it back up in the stash box,
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So many soldiers doin' life up in the prison system,
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A million eyes couldn't list 'em, so I reminisce them,
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I miss 'em, as I'm floatin' back to yesterday,
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I sure would kiss 'em, if I could see my 'G' again today,
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But now I'm up in the studio, with my nigga Ro,
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Fat money G's, big T, reminisce 'em 'G'
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[Chorus:]
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Time and Time again, as I pick up the pen,
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As my thoughts emerge, these are those words,
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Time and Time again, as I pick up the pen,
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As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
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[Second Verse:]
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I used to ride trains from Philly, to New York State,
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But now I'm on planes from Cali to Texas with Lexus plates,
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Hanh, even so though, I wish I could go back,
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Granny sittin' while I'm throwin' rocks, on the railroad tracks,
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Blast "Rapper's Delight", Marvin Gaye,
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During that time, my Mother and Father, was out the way,
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Damn, and now that I think about it,
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We all been to jail, plus my teacher say "She'd never doubt it",
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SCHOOL, what a fool I was,
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Skippin' education for the fun to run from the fuzz,
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'85, '86, crack cocaine was the crucifix,
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Lucifer's mix, another level of the Devil's tricks,
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Fifteen on the scene gotta make my green,
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Make my weight by any means,
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Learnin' my way by street schemes,
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Cream, Cash Rules Everything Around Me,
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But I learned not to hound the money, but let the money hound me,
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse:]
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Nineteen Ninety-Nine,
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Here I be, ballin' G,
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At the turn of the century, destined for death eventually,
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Was the boy, cuttin' class and breakin' rules,
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But now I'm the father makin' sure, my children go to school,
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It's beautiful, but then again it's funny,
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Back in the day, somebody told me life was just about bitches and money,
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Damn dummies, misdirected so many,
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Used to watch Tom & Jerry,
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Not about that Mr. Kenny,
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Wash riots, Martin Luther King,
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L.A. Riots, down to Rodney King,
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Vince is the Mama in the pen, got 'em backed in,
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But ten years later I'm doin' the same thing again my friend,
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Lookin' at my sin deep in his eyes
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Rivisty headed is the lifestyle that my family lives, deeply embedded
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I have to wait, watchin' this,
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I'm hopin' ten years down the line, my daughter or son'll reminisce,
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And miss us
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[Chorus]
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Reminisce
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |