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What is reality?
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Motherfuckers out here don't know shit
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They ain't tryin to know shit
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Just a dumb motherfucker out here tryin to represent
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Get my motherfuckin paper
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You don't think so? Well then fuck you hoe
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Cause I'm ridin on trucks, banked all that type of shit
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Gotta get paid motherfucker
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[Kurupt]
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Fuck dreamin the same dreams, bein down for the same team
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When it seems to be reality is just a dream
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Eye to eye, the colors that I wear is do or die
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When I walk down the street, will I meet evil in disguise
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So, I tote a fo'-fo' with hollow tips
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While my mind tellin me 'should I not', or 'should I peel it?'
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What I represent God only knows what lies for myself
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Jealousy and hatred niggaz is out for my wealth
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Will I perish? Later selfish for the rest of my life
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Cause those who live wrong is bound to live a short life
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Will money be the root of my destruction?
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Without the money I can't even seem to function
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[Dat Nigga Daz]
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
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There's nowhere for me to hide from reality
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As complex as the situation gets
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I remain I maintain, ain't that much strain
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To make me twist myself like Kurt Cobain
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Ahh shit, I don't believe this
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Some niggaz that I fucked with tryin to pull a twist
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But ain't that much twistin in existance
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And this is how you show me love
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It shows me exactly what money's capable of
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Now is it that expenses that make you wanna catch me slippin
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and pay a visit, cause this is, for all my homies
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(all my homies) for jackers only
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Come twist, to the fools in L.A. that know me
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I'm back with the fifth of Henn
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Kurupt and Dat Nigga Daz on the mash again
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
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There's nowhere for me to hide from reality (reality)
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*repeat 2X*
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[Dat Nigga Daz]
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I give it to you like it is, got no time for no games
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in the world of madness, will my composure be the same
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Will my friends be around when they rush me in the ground
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a lost soul lost forever, never ever to be found
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Life ain't what it seems, for the niggaz full of schemes
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on the hood full of cash don't wanna blast for the green
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These six bitches wanna get a nigga caught up
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for what, a simple nut, a simple fuck
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[Kurupt]
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Daily it enhances the penetentiary chances
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to survive in nineteen ninety-five
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So I got nineteen ninety-five ways
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to survive nowadays
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Time and time again, I bust a rhyme again
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cause I'ma get in deeper shit if I convert to crime again
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out to mentally convert me, the same niggaz out to hurt me
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It irks me, strenuous controversy
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What's next on the list to complete
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after all this shit that popped off on the street
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And all eyes on me, but I won't change sides
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Cause what I represent I represent til I die (til I die)
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It's time for me, to grab a tall glass of (Hennesey, Hennesey)
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[Tray Dee]
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Ya see my ways is to phase all them niggaz that try me
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Leave em layin stiff if they ain't on IV's (beep, beep)
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I beez the hardest, regardless fool
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Livin life day and night stayin hard and cruel
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Keep my cool, until my mood abruptly switch
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Then I'm on a niggaz ass like bumpy zits (that's right)
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It's no remorse when you cross my course
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I'm not a hunter, but take a nigga out for sports
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Don't resorts, to thinkin you could get with this
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Or you will be a eulogy if you insist to diss
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Mista Tray Dee, from L.O.N.G.
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B.E.A.C.H., where the hardest gangstas be
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Twenty-first was the worstest turf on the earth
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Yet I feel I was meant to represent from birth
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til I die, you wonder why it ain't no secret
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Motherfuckers best be in love with this G shit
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Now there's, nowhere, for me, to turn
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Nowhere for me to hide from reality *3X in woman's voice (Rage?)*
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*continues with variations*
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