Yeah, Willie The Kid
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Bright lights, street lights
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[Willie The Kid:]
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Summertime in apartment 409,
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Had to clean up the kitchen with 409,
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It Was cookin up work, while my granny at work
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My big cause he ain understand me at first,
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He said, the court room or the casket,
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I'm like dude, either way you need cash and a nice suit,
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The street lights where I found my strength
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Be with four rich men, and you bound to be the fifth
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Let's go
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[Lloyd:]
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I lost my daddy at a early age,
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Told my mama don't cry for me,
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If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,
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But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
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Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,
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No more, No More [x2] No
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Just gotta learn to deal with problems,
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If you're young and from slum with no father,
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Got killed when you was little, still got mama,
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She try to tell him go to school, but why bother
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When gettin' paid is the only way to solve 'em
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Seems the stars get farther and farther
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Out of my reach, out of these streets,
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Will they ever make it big
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Cause I lost my daddy at a early age,
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Told my mama don't cry for me,
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If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,
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But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
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Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,
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No more, No More [x2] No
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I ain't ashamed to say that I shed a tear
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Thinkin bout my dad I wish I had him back,
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I'd give up everything just to have him here,
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After this storm and rain I have no fear,
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Gotta keep holdin on, hold my head up strong,
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I know it won't be long until we'll be together again, foreal
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[T.I.:]
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I'm livin' for the moment
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If I could turn back the days
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Sure, you could turn this back
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Hey, I was born with the hustle, never been a sucker
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Daddy wasn't in the crib, dat made me tougher
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Momma struggled with the bills, Dat made me stuff up
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Powder in a sack, which made me dumber
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Now I'm standin on the corner, bag full of Marijuana, Crack
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Pistol my pocket for anybody who disrespect
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In the trap chillin' where robbers and killers, kick it at
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My arms up in the feds for ten, they say I'm goin' in
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Haaaa, bet dat I'm a stretch that, backish to this rappers
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Show these niggas what I'm best at
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Get a lil' check, flip it and invest that
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Years later, oh now you see what my heads at
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Like meals chasers, we be everywhere the bread at
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You keep on hatin', you'll be layin' where the dead at
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You rappers suckers, you can tell them that I said that
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If nothin' else but the hustle, you gon respect that
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[Lloyd:]
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Oh yeah
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I lost my daddy at a early age,
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Told my mama don't cry for me,
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If I trade tomorrow in for yesterday, oh how much different my life would be,
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But that's in my dreams, back to reality,
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Tryna get outta these street lights, so I won't have to live this street life,
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No more, No More [x2] No
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Guess, this is my life
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And I wanna live it right
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I don't wanna run the streets no more, no [x2]
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No More
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Dj Drama |