[Beanie Sigel talking]
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Honor (honor), trust (trust), respect (respect)
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Devotion (devotion), friendship (friendship), loyalty
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(loyalty), karma (karma), team (team), us (us), roc
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(roc), silence (silence), the 'eagle, bang
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I can't go on this way [sung overlapping last line]
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[Beanie Sigel]
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With no union, and no benefits no dental plans
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I can't eat off no hundred grams
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I got cavities that need fillin'
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You can't feed a nigga peanut chews
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Now put your feet up in a nigga shoes
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A lack of green'll give a nigga blues
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A sip of purple make a nigga rue
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Nigga drunk person speak a sober tune
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{I can't do on this way} - [sung overlapping last line]
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(Fuck that, I can't do it man)
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We make these tips off dis gift that we cursed with
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But then my mind drift, am I defeatin' the purpose?
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Could you feel like shit when you miss yourself first? Shit
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But who gonna pay the bills? Supply the mills? No surplus
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My baby mama give me drama on the daily
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Like she, makin' it barely and my kids is eating rarely
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{I can't go on this way}
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(I'm stressed out gonna the what I can't do it)
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If you put puppies in the oven, do that make 'em biscuits?
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Put hungry dogs in the kitchen, will they eat the kittens
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Do you hear me or you listenin'? There's a big difference
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Do you catch the lines and the hooks or are you still fishin'?
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There's a couple questions that I need to be answered
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Like, is they backwoods and weed givin' me cancer
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{I can't do on this way}
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(I'm stressed out gonna do what I can't do it)
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My momma say I got a nerve stress
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Got her waking up in cold sweats
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I'm hard-headed and iron
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What make it worse my little brother behind me
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Blood pressure running like Harriet
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She can't handle it
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I got her screaming Lord Jesus like Mahalia
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Son I'm telling your please don't let me bury your
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{I can't go on this way}
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(I'm stressed man, I'm goin through it)
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I was taught trust in Allah but still tie up your camel
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Use your tongue as your sword and your books as your ammo
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But when them bullets start flying and you got pussies around you
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And who you rely on, got them niggas surround you? Shit
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And make me feel like young Tinner, from the start I was finished
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How niggas start with a finish and begin with a endin'
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{I can't go on this way}
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(I'm stressed out, I can't take it no more)
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I'm moving ass backwards with no forward progress
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Feel asthmatic like kept mills keep jogging [heavy breathing]
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Stagnant, running in place is tragic
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My heart in the faith I don't practice
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I still pray, Allah will forgive me for my actions
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'cause I spit gangster think Muslim and act Kaffir
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{I can't go on this way}
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(I gotta still feel feed my youngness, so keep hugging)
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[Freeway]
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I can't wait until the rain turn to sunshine
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'cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
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Stuck in one time, Free pat-rol the block
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Get avoided by the government avoid the spent
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Can't wait till rain turn to sunshine
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'cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life
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Stuck in the box
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{I can't go on this way}
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[Young Chris:] (I feel you big homie, young gunner)
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[Young Chris]
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Straight from the ghetto to ghetto
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I'm from the youngers be the ghettoist ones
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Tryna make just as much as we could
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Tryna make it but they gonna make it hard as much as they could
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That's why, that's why
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That's why I hate 'em man they crackers ain't nothing without paper
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They look at us it's nothing
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{I can't go on this way}
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(Came too far and I ain't goin backwoods for nothing)
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I ain't being distracted by nothing
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Midget-size to Dikembe, I ain't back up from nothing
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Ma I'm still stressing
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It ain't the kid it's the bills stressing, she hold it down on her own
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She hold me down at the crib, hold me down while I'm gone
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She hold me down as a kid, holds me down while I'm grown
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{I can't do on this way}
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(I choose not, refuse not, down on my own)
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Now off the streets, running wit the hottest label in the label in the industry
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The hottest label got a nigga 'lotta enemies
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So now when I go in baseline
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A nice-size ratchet to throw in waistline
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I gotta make mine
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My bills |