Walk with me
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Ay if you hear me out there
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I get down on my
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knees every night and say
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Walk with me
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Hahahaha, yeah
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Walk with me
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I'm goin to war, I'm goin to war!
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You never know when death's
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comin all you hear is gunshots
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Lil' kids get to runnin,
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old ladies get off the block
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When the poppin the truck
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music comes to a stop
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Niggaz get on the floor
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with they front doors locked
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Syringes and sirens the
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only thing on the street
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People act like they don't know
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who did it, but they know its me
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Every day's a death threat,
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but I ain't dead yet
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So I go put a hole in a nigga
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from the next set
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Don't know where I slept at,
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just know where my tec at
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It's the first of the month,
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my bitch ain't got her check yet
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Juvie left me in California,
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I don't respect that
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I love him too much to beef,
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so I'm a accept that
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But I'm a just step back,
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and focus on Buck
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Tired of ridin in yours,
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I'm bout to buy my own truck
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Got to try my own luck,
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Get Rich or Die Tryin'
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It's G Unit 'til I'm gone,
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Lord knows I ain't lyin niggaz
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First there was two
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sets of footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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First there was two
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sets of footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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You don't know what I been
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through to get what I done got
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If you looked through a scope,
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you couldn't hit
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what I done shot
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Couldn't flip what I done copped,
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couldn't tip what I done topped
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I murder you all talk
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like a clip without a glock
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When you holla G Unit on
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some other shit
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You need to do the research,
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and see who you fuckin wit
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I smoke all your weed up,
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go run up your Visa
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Your baby momma want me,
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I don't want that skeeza
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She's scratched my Beema,
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but I ain't seen her
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When I catch the bitch,
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I'm a gangsta leanher whoa
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We be playin in them videos,
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with them pretty hoes
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Cashville Tennekey bitches
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and New York City hoes
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They learned it from Lil' Kim
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to let they titties show
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I'm the King of the South,
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this is how it really goes
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Lord knows,
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I keep all my jewels froze
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As long as the check come,
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then fuck the award shows
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You know me nigga
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First there was two sets of
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footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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First there was two sets of
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footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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Half of these kids
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never read the Bibles
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But they can tell you how to
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kill a man better than I do
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The reason they fucked up,
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they all been lied to
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I know what it feels like
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when a nigga misguide you
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My momma stay in the projects
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and I been havin money
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I went bought her a house,
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but she told me
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she ain't want it
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(What?) Right then I
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understood that the
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hood's in my blood
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So I hollered cashville
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lettin 'em know where I come
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from Niggaz know I got a gun
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when I come to the club
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And if it go down,
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you better tell your
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people to duck
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Why should I slow down,
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I just got
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started targettin artists
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Wait 'til the bullets start
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hoppin out the cartridge
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I come to get it poppin,
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pray to God the news watchin
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So when they see 'em snitch
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niggaz'll know who got 'em
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We came from the
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bottom to the top,
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from hoopties to a drop
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And kill or be killed is the
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attitude I got nigga
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First there was two sets of
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footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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First there was two sets of
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footprints in the sand
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Then there was one set of
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footprints in the sand
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When times get hard and
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shit hits the fan
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God don't walk with me,
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he carry me man
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I know you prayin I get
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kil led nigga
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He who fears death is in denial
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50 told you niggaz,
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Young Buck showed you niggaz
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