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Chorus (J-Dawg + Uncredited speaker):
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Despite the hard time and sacrifice we all get judged,
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let it be written in blood,
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The definition of love,
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Despite the hard time and sacrifice we all get judged,
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let it be written in blood,
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The definition of love
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(Threat):
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I remember back in the days, findin' ways to get paid,
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Hit the arcade for change, ain't no games to be played,
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A lil' renegade, unafraid to step out and hustle,
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On a level with young rebels, tryin' to get out the ghetto,
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Makin' deals with the Devil, knowin' it costs to ball,
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When the ghetto, 'cross the wall be the names of my lost doggs,
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Lord bless 'em all, to the system we all fall,
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In the pen tryin' to be rich, ballin' to be the shit,
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I'm callin' my bitch, only got one wish,
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And that's God take the soul when the rest get out of control,
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Who knows what the future holds? The streets made a nigga cold,
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This ghetto take your breath when you're at the end of your rope
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Chorus
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(J-Dawg):
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I wish life was easy like Sunday mornings, but it's not,
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God help us, soldiers they BLEED for envy and GREED, and we all selfish,
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Who dealt this?
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Tell me why we all born dyin'?
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Tryin' to do right, forgive me if I do wrong tryin',
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But I'm lost, confused, walkin' 'round blind as FUCK,
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Poverty-stricken, hard times, tyin' us up,
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Relyin' on crutches, to help support the weight of the World,
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The way I relate to the World is like chasin' a squirrel,
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Every day I'm wonderin', what he got prepared for me?
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And honestly Dogg, I'm scared to see,
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For the simple fact I gots to do dirt,
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until he gets done with me what I did,
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What goes around comes around nigga, fuck it, ya dig?
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And the life that we live is a puzzle, but the pieces are missin',
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The ghetto full of blood thirsty niggas seekin' attention,
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I'm deep in the trenches, duckin' with my enemies shootin',
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Before you judge me, send me to jury cuz I need to know...
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Chorus
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(Threat):
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The situation I'm facin' daily got me goin' crazy,
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It's like I'm, losin' my mind, runnin' out of time to shine,
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Down to my last dime,
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Back to doin' pastimes,
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Shit I used to do Dogg, and I'm down to blast mine,
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This gotta be the last time, we suffer for loot,
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So get the champagne and pop it, cuz it ain't no stoppin',
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Down in the boot, Black Menace blessed with the right chemistry,
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Cappin' through the industry,
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Dog fightin' with the enemies,
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The trees be the remedy to deal with the false love,
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Livin' foul, supremely many thugs get crossed up,
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Tossed up, but who are we to judge the sinners?
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Despite the hard times let it be written, who love the menace?
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Chorus
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(J-Dawg):
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Nigga my lifestyle crazy,
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Dealin' with niggas shady as oak trees,
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Taught me a lesson, now I'm confessin' on both knees,
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It ain't easy up in this World my nigga,
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We earled from liquor, dependin' on that girl to get richer,
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I paint the picture, show it to God and ask him "What's wrong?",
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You comin' to get us? Could you please tell me exactly how long?
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And I ain't rushin', but I'm trustin' you gone give me some time,
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To handle my business with this music and keep this rightfully mine,
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My life's on the line, at least that's how I feel when I bail,
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I hear 'em whisperin', niggas wishin' that I still was in jail,
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Fake thugs, showin' fake love, then fuck them niggas,
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Except for bullets when I'm bustin', I ain't got nothin' to give 'em,
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The definition of what these fake niggas, tend to call love,
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And even sour, knowin' half these niggas scared to shed blood,
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But I'm spreadin' slugs, I'm a nigga who ain't got nothin' to lose,
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Spendin' the rest of my life fuckin' with trues
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Chorus (2x)
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We Are One/Definition of Love
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