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if money means murder mama
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murder is tha plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
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(''blaze ya dead homie'')
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ever since i remember mama
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i could neva please u
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i could neva walk tha path u wanted me 2
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and i refused 2 listen everytime and
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watch u scream at the top of ya lungs until u cry
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even though i hated it
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i think back now 2 myself i neva changed it
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i would steal your bike
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and i would steal your watch
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i'd even steal the lawnchairs from your bitch ass porch
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and thuggin was my main hobby
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i bought a 3 8 0 just in case sumbody robbed me
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mama mad now cuz i got heat
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pocket full of money new shoes on my feet
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i even put 500 hundred on that rent
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but my mama's stubborn ass flush that shit down the toilet
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(no drug money in this household)
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that was 500 hundred dollars
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damn mama u cold
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Chorus
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all the winds and tha tides have change
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Crime will pay
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and pave the way
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lets be real mama i ain't change
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if money means murder mama
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murder is tha plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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crime will pave the way
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lets be real moma, i aint changed
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if money means murda mama
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murder is the plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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(''blaze ya dead homie'')
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as i moved up in tha dope game
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mama neva changed
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i would flip 2 bricks a week just 2 maintain
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she would say that she gon call the Po me
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told every1 in my neighborhood that she don't know me
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damn mama you ain't right
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did u tell em how i'm servin up the baseheads every night
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and every mornin sleepin til the pm
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and hit up the mall to get fresh 4 da weekend
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that was my american dream
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mo' chedda, mo heads, bakin sodas, and triple beams
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Hoes and Clothes, good weed to toke
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and artillery to swiss cheese and leave some gun smoke
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you dont want none, better be ready
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the lights are on top so when im rockin steady
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She would cry everytime I leave the house,
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and I wonder why she drunk passed out on the couch
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chorus(not complete)
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all the winds and tha tides have change
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Crime will pay
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and pave the way
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lets be real mama i ain't change
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if money means murder mama
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murder is tha plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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crime will pave the way
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lets be real moma, i aint changed
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if money means murda mama
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murder is the plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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(''Anybody Killa'')
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I know I aint changin, lifes to short
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All i wanna do is thug, and pay my way outta court
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ima always be trippin on the block, sippin a 40 by the weed spot
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back yard BBQ when its hot
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the whole hood get lippy when they get tipsy
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i remember moms street fighting like she was back in her 20s
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i wouldnt change my life for shit
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and fuck anybody sayin that i need to quit
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you ever drove past an enemy and seen him just chillin?
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threw the car in park, and beat him down till he had no feelin
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its a little rough out here
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when you all alone standin on your own things get so clear
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kinda makes you wanna sit back and think for a second
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figure out really whos life your wreckin
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as for me tho, im lookin ahead
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and i aint changein so expect more blood to be shed
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chorus(not complete)
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all the winds and tha tides have change
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Crime will pay
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and pave the way
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lets be real mama i ain't change
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if money means murder mama
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murder is tha plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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theres a dollar 4 every second inside the day
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crime will pave the way
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lets be real moma, i aint changed
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if money means murda mama
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murder is the plan
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let it goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!(i ain't change)
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Mama, I Ain't Changed
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |