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[Talking]
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Hey Nigga
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This is our last time bonita
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After this, we out
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I'm tellin you
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We die together
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An eye for an eye (In Italian)
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A tooth for a tooth (In Italian)
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An eye for an eye
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A tooth for a tooth
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All my niggas
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Feel me
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[Verse 1]
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I can't rest
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So much stress to live illegal
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My uncle on death row
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Waiting to get the needle
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Holla if you hear me, people
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This dope game is evil
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A bloody river runnin through the ghetto
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That new born baby
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In the dumpster
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She been dead for a week
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While the dope fiend momma
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Gettin high on the street
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Gettin beat by police
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Still prayin for peace
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Niggas playin for keeps
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Yellow tape and white sheets
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And time is going by so slowy
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I plead insanity
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My family my homies
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Sick of swallowing rocks
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To avoid them cops on the block
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Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
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This ghetto got me thinkin about death
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When will it stop
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Either you punch the clock
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Or you open up shop
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Chorus
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Everyday I'm livin with stress
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So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
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To the get the pain of my chest
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Everyday I'm livin with stress
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So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
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To the get the pain of my chest
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Everyday I'm livin with stress
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So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto)
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To the get the pain of my chest
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Everyday I'm livin with stress
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So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto)
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To the get the pain of my chest
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[Verse 2]
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Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster
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Over respect
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Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck
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Look in his eyes
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He kinda looked surprised in his last breath
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But life goes on for niggas
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Throwin up they set
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In terror
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In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin
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Niggas run in your crib
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And make references to why your momma
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Washin fiends
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Never with a fly
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Chasin a high
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And gettin AIDS from a bitch
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Ain't no way to die
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And everyday I'm seeing signs
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Of the end of the world
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My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady
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In front of his baby girl
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Feds, watch a nigga
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Tryin to make the bus
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But niggas stay strapped
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And gats, we trust (C'mon)
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Chorus
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[Verse 3]
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Bill Clinton in the White House
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Fucking hoes
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Innocent kids gettin shot on my block
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Casket closed
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Hear the niggas in the cell blocks
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Screaming for freedom
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Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress
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Cause they need them
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Remember JJ got shot
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In a high speed chase
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Busted in the back
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Through the license plate
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My reality is fatality
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I verbalize pain before I be another casualty
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Infared beam on the glock
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Just aim and pop
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You see me for a split second
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And your dead and got
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I try to tell these young kids
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Go to school
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They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool
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They don't hear me though
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[Talking]
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Yeah man
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It's sad you know
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We ain't got no jump shot
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Can't play football
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We ain't got no money for college
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But I see these niggas on the block
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Rolling with their fancy cars
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Fancy gold
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Fancy hoes
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Nigga, I'ma get it how I live
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You know
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I'ma y'all young niggas some advice
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Don't get greedy nigga
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Get what you came for
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To many niggas dying
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Trying to prove something to another nigga
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Be true to yourself
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True to what you know nigga
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Stay true to the gizzame
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Stress
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Kane & Abel |