In the hood you get props if you shot somebody
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If you got shot, everybody thinks you tight
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Lives being taken' fast like a Mazarati
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How we give a thug props cause he takes a life
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If you get locked then you get stripes for doing some time
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Get praised like Christ for doing the crime
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Wrote this song at night with you on my mind
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Doing anything in life cause you wanna shine
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I know we living in America where we got everything that we need
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But yet we still don't know
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About anything or why we exist
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So we keep poppin Crys trying to chase that dough
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Yea it's true
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And we love to party
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All the ladies trying to make their figures look like Barbies'
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All along while we dying inside
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Cause we spiritually blind and we don't hear the Lord calling
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[Chorus:]
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Now when you step do you step to the beat of your own drum?
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Now when you step do you step with the king who is awesome?
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Now when you step do you step...are you marching in line man?
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Step up, let's go, walk right, run it back now
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Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now
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Are you marching in line main?
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Step up, let's go, walk right run it back now
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Step up, let's go, keep it crackin like O O O!!
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They don't want truth so they can't see error
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They ain't come up in the C.C era
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Wanna see Ceara in the PC area
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Like they get trapped in the B.C era
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See error they don't see Pharaoh holding the whips
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Might seem narrow
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Can't see the Devil man blowing them a kiss
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Give 'em what they want
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But ain't showing them the risk
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Showing them the ice
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Showing them the rest
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Showing them the life
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But ain't showing them the rest
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-rest like a little bit of sleep
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They shop the mall in the middle of the week
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Walk out with bags like a little bit of sleep
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Won't work Wednesday like the middle of the week
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Drummer plays just to get 'em on their feet
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And they step to the step to the rhythm of the beat
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[Chorus]
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In the hood you get props if you poppin' work
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If you try to work some cats think you soft
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Say you gotta have heat when you walk the block
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Cause on the streets you never know what's popping off
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But that's the way we make it
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We slaves to all that
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We gots to fall back and think about life
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Cause it's precious and it's sacred
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A gift from Christ that we can't get twice
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Yea I know that we chase the riches
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We must admit this it add significance
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Or at least we think it does
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And when it fails we inhale and drink it up
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So we drown in our own depression
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And keep suppressing the truth that we know
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Of the fact that God exist
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And we dismiss the question of where will we go when we die?
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[Chorus]
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When You Step
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