Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
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And Gangsta Boo, what
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It's the endin' of the world
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And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
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(We can't get no)
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It's the endin' of the world
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And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
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(Satisfaction)
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It's the endin' of the world
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And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
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(We can't get no)
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It's the endin' of the world
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Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction
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We starvin' as we chase the paper
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Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
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Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
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We got just a little time left
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(Little time left)
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If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
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But we don't really know when we gone die
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But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
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On this unmerciful wicked planet
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If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
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(Vanish)
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You're lookin' at livin' proof
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Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
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Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
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Bad case of strep throat, mama's think she got arthritis
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My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
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They say it's airborne, we ain't got no street lights they all broken
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Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
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Everyday it's a funeral
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He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
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All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
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They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
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And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
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Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
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He took the bullet for me, I'm the one that really robbed the place
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Though I've been tryna to paper chase
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We starvin' as we chase the paper
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Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
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Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
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We got just a little time left
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(Little time left)
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If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
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But we don't really know when we gone die
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But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
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On this unmerciful wicked planet
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If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
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(Vanish)
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I done grew up in the game, baby
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Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame, baby
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I'm still the same, baby
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Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
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I'm the bomb at the party
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Always askin', "Where are the dollars?"
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Now I know you hate me
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'Cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
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I'm with whatever they pay me
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Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
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I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck
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We starvin' as we chase the paper
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Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
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Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
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We got just a little time left
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(Little time left)
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If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
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But we don't really know when we gone die
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But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
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On this unmerciful wicked planet
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If you can't pay for ya life ya gonna vanish
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(Vanish)
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I made it and I know it's almost over, call in the soldiers
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Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
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Enemies position at all times
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Where they at, and how much power they hold
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And how many soldiers they got down to roll
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But in the meantime
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You make your money, even if you strike it rich
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You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
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These days only ways that pays can save you
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Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
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Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
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And grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in the bag
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I'm doin' a pop, pop, so drop and take it as a loss and chalk it
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Now you can take your life and keep on walkin'
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(Just keep on walkin')
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Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal
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I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
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For niggas in the hood up, on the the block
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Let 'em know they understood
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Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
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So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
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This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die
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And anyway you go we won't make it
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No way, to shake, fake it
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Better take advantage of ya life while you can
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Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
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| I'm all about paper, so |
