Sometimes you gotta let it go
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certain situations you're facin' will make your head explode (ahha ha)(x2)
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being in this game ain't no joke
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plenty brothas on the street straight get smoked
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people wearin them folks
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its straight up bump to the grind
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we drop and it seem like it aint gon stop
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growin up around gang bangers, feinds that'll make you scream,
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is on the scene, us that make ya cane
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it was fun at first, now i pass
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i was trippin with the game, but the game dun got to bad
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them boys lockin us up left and right
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im down with the cause, uphold the law
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it begins at birth, from which I draw
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and everybody wanna be the man with the quick hand
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but the big man un-organized
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up in them thangs, blowin our brains
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close your eyes picture how you might die
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sippin up the ¡®dro, livin in the g-e-double-t-o
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comin outside sometimes im strapped
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knowin that somebody might try to pull my brains and my life
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wanna take me out
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it¡¯s the life we live for, we kill for
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when you get pushed to the edge of the ledge
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and fusion all I hear is music
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Let It Go
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Crucial Conflict |