Fam Base
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All my thugs say
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[Verse 1: 2Pac]
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Sick, Thicker than most of these tricks
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I got my mind on makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches
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I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do
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Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
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A real nigga, Since you figure that you ready to box
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You catchin knots from my nigga Freddie Foxxx
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And I, You really don't want none from Pac
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Cause I'll be strapped wit a glock
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And throw thangs like I'm born to box
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I'll hit this motherfuckin gin then I'll be all in
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Hell yeah, Young niggaz straight ballin
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And everybody wants to see if I'm a g weighin 185
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And I'm high 'til I fuckin die
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Thug life in this motherfucker catchin wreck
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Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set
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But now I'm full cause I'm tipsy and I filla
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Nigga tryin to see if I'm a killa
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Cmon
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[Chorus]
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If my pain don't speak my story, If these words don't speak my soul
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If my struggle be the legacy, In this world if I let go
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Is it the only thing that's constant is a change that's overdue?
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If they fault me for my attitude, I'm just tryin to make it through
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[Verse 2: Freddie Foxxx]
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It's Bump Knucks from the underground still full of rage
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Rhymes, I write 'em in blood, They spill through the page
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I been on my lelow, Time is layin in the cut
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Waitin for feds and snitches to move, Nigga what?
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I'm a smooth nigga but, I'm extra deadly
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I'm 45 minutes of gangster medley's
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I'm a crook, You the heart beat, Master the theft
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Steal everything but air, I won't take ya breath
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Y'all know, The 3 pound 7 cali revolve
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Got a murder to solve, My heart was involved
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I'm a thug nigga, I still say fuck a label
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Fuck wit ray, And nigga you will duck a table
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Corrupt mob, Nigga we bounce from the jake's
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Tryin to turn into key's, The ounces we take
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I'm a lock men, Dimin, Rhymin godzilla
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Wit the calico's cocked, You fuckin wit a killa
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: Benzino]
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Don't you ever think for a minute I wasn't comin back
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Makaveli would never be on a Shady track
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How could you ever insinuate the inprobable?
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The number 1 rapper alive? How is it possible?
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Runnin through these industry niggaz like I was Ray Lewis
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Never scurred to press on the trigger because I been through it
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Tryin to keep me from flyin, They gonna let you do it
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Only thing that kept me from dyin is makin rap music
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Tell me what you hidin for, Was it miami on memorial day?
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Up in the all-star in La, Super bowl sunday
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We up in houston where niggaz like the gunplay
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And everybody's shootin, I'm a universal hood nigga, Me and Bumpy put it down
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Wit Makaveli, These niggaz wasn't even around
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What's the difference between ya niggaz and mine?
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We was up in the studio wit the realist of all time
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[Chorus]
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Trying To Make It Through
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| Benzino |
