[Intro]
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Smooth it out
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This is a story about the drifter
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Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
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Who never planned on havin' so dick
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Why me, huh?
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[Chorus]
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Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
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Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
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Everything's gonna be alright now (alright)
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Everything's gonna be alright (alright)
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[Verse 1]
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Some get a little and some get none
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Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
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I was one who never had and always mad
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Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
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Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
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Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
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I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
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My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
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I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
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They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
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I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough
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I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
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I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
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I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip
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Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
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I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
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Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
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Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
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Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
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And always wanted to live like just a fat one
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
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Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
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Why do I have to be like this? momma said I'm priceless
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So I am all worthless, starved, and it's just for being a nice kid
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Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
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Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
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I ain't have jack but a black hat and napsack
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Four squad stolen in cars in a blackjack
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Drop that, and now you want me to rap and give?
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Say somethin' positive? Well positive ain't where I lived
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I lived right around a corner from west hell
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Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
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The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
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And only once or twice a week I would speak
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I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
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I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome
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Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
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And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
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Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
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But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
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I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
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How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
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Why me, huh?
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[Chorus]
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My third year into adulthood, and still a knucklehead
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I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
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I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
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Playin' hide and seek with a machetti ??? like Freddy swipe
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Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
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I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
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'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week
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Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
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I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
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Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
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So don't say jack, and please don't say you understand
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All that man to man talk just hot damn
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If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
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And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
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And illtown fell like I stuck-up props, got shot
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Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
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But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
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They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
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But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
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That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard
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[Outro]
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If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
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Don't ever come to the ghetto
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'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
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And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
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Why me?
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(alright)
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Everything`s Gonna Be Alright
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Naughty By Nature |