[Intro: Buddha Monk]
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There are eight million stories
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in the naked city, choose one...
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Yo, it's time for a change, yo
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All our babies is dyin from AIDS
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Children are in the hospital
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cuz their moms beat them
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in broad day on the streets
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We got to change y'all
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That's how it's goin for you
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so here it goes, c'mon now
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[Chorus x4: Buddha Monk]
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Life's a scheme, it's all about the cream
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Gotta get over life and fulfill ya dreams
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[Buddha Monk]
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I grew up on the streets, where shit was somethin terrible
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Drug dealers, gun slingers and fuckin rebels
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They was out to get knees to feed seeds
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Takin mad g's, killin their own breed
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Heartless to this game to get a gold chain
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Never thinkin who they killed, skin was the same
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It's too lazy to realize what you've done
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Here lays the brother's dead victim's son
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Things break out and kids start fallin
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When yo' kid is shot, these three Gods will start callin
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You lost your foes and you lost your soul
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So ya hide up in ya house cuz ya thinkin it's the gold
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Ah, now it's too late, they see you down that block
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Aimin at that head with two nines, never glocks
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So take up and take heed my friend
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because now is the time, your life will now end
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cuz...
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[Chorus x4]
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[Buddha Monk]
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As I stand on the corners with my friends, drinkin gin
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Waitin for another nigga to commit a sin
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Ah, there he goes, just walkin down the block
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Thinkin that he's hot cuz his glock rock knots
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Sprayin up shit cuz he thinks he's the man
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Robbin and stealin from the niggaz in his Clan
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He's trife, when he ignite, he socks light
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he put seven of my friends in the past life
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Yo, I'm tired of the shit that he's done
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Let me call the Gods and get the gitchy gun
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(Blaow! Blaow Blaow! Blaow!)
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Light chunks spray all over the place (AHHHH!)
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I seen the brother's face, put gun to his face
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[Chorus x4]
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[Buddha Monk]
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Yo, next on the menu, from here we continue
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A fifteen year old girl who wants to feed a fuckin kin too
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She had big tits, long dress with slits
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and every nigga on the block just wanted to dip
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But what they caught was bad ways and bad decisions
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That was one thing that the bitch forgot to mention
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Late in the hall, sex on the wall
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She's havin mad fun, you catchin clams on ya balls
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It doesn't matter to this type of trick
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cuz she knew she burnt niggaz, had a gun with two clips
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She laid and prayed cuz the rent wasn't paid
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Till finally, one day the bitch caught the germ AIDS
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Now she feels that she shouldn't have done it
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To my fuckin niggaz, please weight ya fuckin garments
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[Chorus x4]
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Life's a Scheme
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Buddha Monk |