Hook:
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Life just ain't the same
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(Life ain't the same)
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Life just ain't the same
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(Coming up in the new game)
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Life just ain't the same
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Life just an't the same
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(Life ain't the same)
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Life just ain't the same
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Life just ain't the same
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(Coming up in the new game)
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Verse 1: WildStyle
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I know I gotta make my life right
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Cause this shit ain't just nothing nice
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Niggas in the hood wanna take my life
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Wid a knife so I strap up every night
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This game ain't no joke
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I pray to God I don't get smoked
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Never trust no hoe woulda known that
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Bitch would set me up she gotta go uh,
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Thinking back in the days when I played
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But now I see that life is real,
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I got a shorty to make my name live
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If I get killed, but I ain't no bitch
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That nigga that try ta get me gon'
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Have a hard time, let's see when I pop
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That damn nine, paralyze yo ass from head ta spine
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I live a life of crime,
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Niggas like me keep mommas crying
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I think I'ma lose my damn mind
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If I do some damn time
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Gotta watch my back and pack a gat
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That's how the game goes
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Times change how they bang
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Life just ain't the same no more
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Hook
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Verse 2: Kilo
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Sittin, wid a shorty,
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They box, but they shoot not
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Talking that shit you wanna gangbang
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Well we gon' show ya how
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Try ta kill me
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I'ma try ta kill you
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Vic, what you think you slick
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Ain't no love forever hate
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Demonstrate, bring yo clique
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Tell them folks in the hood
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Ya coming up making cash flow, GOOFY!
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How the fuck you claim ta be a pimp
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You punk ass hoe,
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I'ma come from the back and rock ya knot
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Take yo pack and run yo spot
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If you strapped show me what you got
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Being a chief gon' get you shot
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Betta get on it niggas I creep wid
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So you got ta be fast
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It ain't the same, shit done changed
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That's yo ass if you don't blast,
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And you fucked up trying ta go to war
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Now it's on every night and day
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This is serious, ta game any joker
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Less it's gun play, bi-otch!!
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Hook
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Verse 3: Never
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Creeping ain't no sleeping
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Life ain't the same in the game
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Nowadays it's hectic, had to make up my mind
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Found myself drifting in the wrong direction
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Back up in the old days,
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Niggas used to fist up on the block
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Capping ain't no thing to me
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When you wanna get rough
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Nigga pull that glock, but I kept on focus
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Everytime I start to think bullets scatter
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Have a man caught up in the system's
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Making us brothers ratter tatter
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And I really don't give a fuck
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My attitude is in the indo
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It ain't gon' never be no old days
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In the ghetto no more
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So you betta get a grip on reality
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And triz-out, I make a wiz-a
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Coming up in the new day's a damn shame
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Nigga might think that it's still the same
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But the shit done made an ugly change
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Coming up in this fucking game
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Tryin' ta make it in the new days man
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Hook
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Verse 4: Coldhard
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You know from what I can see
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Life just ain't the same now
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I don't give a fuck no more
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And I ain't afraid ta die
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I'ma be all I can be
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Fuck who try ta top me
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Down wid tha gangbangalistic shit
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From the eighties to the nineties
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Nowadays we gotta wreck shit
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Niggas coming up wid they clique stick
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Gangbang about a bitch
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Jealous cause a nigga slick
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What the hell is this shit?
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Youse supposed to be legit
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Talking all that pimp shit
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Nothing but a sweet vic
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I bet I ain't gon' be the one
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Kissing up to no nigga's ass
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Just because they say he bad
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Get his bitch bump then he sad
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Crying like a baby
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Life ain't like it was punk
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Betta get on top of yours
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Fo you fuck around and get gunned,
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Punk.
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Hook
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Life Ain't the Same
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Crucial Conflict |