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CHORUS
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Can I Live?
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Hell yeah but you still gon die
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Cmon nigga you a thug
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But I'm still gon cry
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And you done learned off experience
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I'm still gon ride
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They kill me, you gon kill them?
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I still got pride
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Can I Live?
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Hell yeah but you still gon die
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Cmon nigga you a thug
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But I'm still gon cry
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And you done learned off experience
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I'm still gon ride
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They kill me, you gon kill them?
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I still got pride
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[Jadakiss]
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Yo now I done said everything I could possibly say
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Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than J. A.
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D.A.K.I. two S's
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A true message
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Y'all better wear a few vesses
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Live pussies
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Bout to be dead dicks
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I pack guns that shoot through schools the red bricks
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And just because you mighta seen me on the award show
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I'm still in the hood nigga gettin raw dough
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And later on tonight I might be hittin your hoe
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And I got more money so I'm coppin more dro
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Everything I said I meant B
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Y'all gon tempt me
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To rob y'all spend your whole stash on my empties
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Mwa yours truly
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Can't do nothing to me
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Think you Scarface but you aint see the end of the movie
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I'm the type of nigga that'll take 5 cakes
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Turn em into 5 acres
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Faster than 5 lakers
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Lay back, get high, tote my gun around
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Throw a string on the pony so I can tote my son around
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[Sheek]
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Ay yo
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The path I walk is filled
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Who the fuck won't I kill
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Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real
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Smooth as Sinatra
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You can tell by my pops that I'm street
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Fuck the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat
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See I recruit smart niggas will hunt
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No dumb niggas
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Who will kill over money not bitches like some niggas
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I think marketable
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Fuck y'all niggas who stay bummin
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I'm that nigga sellin pills at all of Howard homecomings
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If you get high I got weed
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And if you get drunk I got vodka
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And if you want base I got popcorn like Orville Reddenbacher
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See I'm bullseye
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I empty my bananna in your bandanna
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First try
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Never will my bullets miss a vick
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I use one to do a hit
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On some professional shit
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Bitch
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(Ha that's crazy)
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CHORUS
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[Kasino]
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Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross your path
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Minus them half ass who talk fast and finish last
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Who gon get his cash
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Turn to his man and give him half
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Cock the hammer back
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Stood by his side and didn't dash
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When the charge is federal
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And they fingerprint his ass
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Who can he trust to be
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Front of the judge screamin it's just me
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It must be
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More than just a nigga love
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Make em do five joints no contact without givin his niggas up
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Give his keys to his truck
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Wish his niggas luck
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Call it's best fit suggested that she let his niggas fuck
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Fingerfuck them figures up
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No parole
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Bigger truck
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Kasino is that name big enough
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Nigga what
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[Styles]
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You wouldn't bust your gat wit me
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If you never sat wit me
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Lit up a sack wit me
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Or hustle some crack wit me
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Came through the cipher bow down and spat wit me
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Hopped up the truck and gave niggas daps wit me
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You never laugh wit me
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Never went half wit me
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Never been through the struggle never felt the wrath wit me
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Never slept on the same floor or
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Hit the same whore
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Ran up in the same store
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Or with the same four
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Blood thicker than water
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Only in certain cases
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You need water to live you learn that in the basics
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Better cherish your aces
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Bullets in the faces
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Of the jokers
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We laugh at fire nigga we smokers
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Sittin on the sofa
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Puffin the hash nigga we focused
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Why lie I die where the coke is
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CHORUS TO END
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The L.O.X.
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Can I Live |