[Repeat 2X]
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I am, al-ways, there
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You are, ne-ver, there
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[Background]
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Heh-heh
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S.P.I., and Kurupt
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[Chorus 2X]
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I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha)
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You ain't mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
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After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that
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[Spider]
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Niggaz upset me from buckin, they ride in Rolls
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While these bitch niggaz tucked in, hidin rolls
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Don't speak on it nigga, collide in blows
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But be careful, the fo' can hide and close
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In an instant, your chest can divide in holes
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It's cruicial, but that's how this ridin goes
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Ain't a nigga out here Eastsidin knows
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It's a no-no, must not confide in hoes
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I roll low-lows, love how it glide and glows
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Provided by the fact I supply them O's
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I'm the coldest in the streets, that's why they chose
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What MC live and dies by they flows?
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I grew, fought hard for the line I drew in the yard
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And all must regard I'm true
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'Til I'm through, I push it from my point of view
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High off cush and the tires on the two
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Hood gospel, from the in hood apostle
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Paintin pictures, lyrical Picasso
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In and out of Wasco for packin a rosco
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Plus I'm pushin more products than CostCo
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Guard your grill, your jaw hard to heal
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And my hands will leave you scarred with skill
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Got my feelings pushed down too far to feel
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And I never spit rounds out the car to kill
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Talk is cheap, I'ma stalk and creep
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Like a hawk, leave chalk when I walk the street
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Talk is cheap, I'ma stalk and creep
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Like a hawk, leave chalk when I walk the street
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[Chorus 2X]
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I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha)
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You ain't mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
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After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that
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[Repeat 4X]
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I am, al-ways, there
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You are, ne-ver, there
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[Eastwood]
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Baby I'm all about my scrilla and seein figures paintin the perfect picture
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With my mind on this crazy life, workin what I was given
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Two sisters, three brothers, no father loved my mother
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Cause my daddy wasn't there for the times that I struggled
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Yeah I lost my G-moms and it hurt so bad
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But rest in peace and let your soul fly free I ain't sad
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I got this thug shit runnin through my veins, Lord watch me
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So many they try to copy a natural kamikaze
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You can never walk the shoes of 'Wood, I'm a natural born leader
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And plus I been discovered by Suge
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So please believe it homey, I ain't gon' change for shit
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It's Death Row, the millenium clique, self-made nigga
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[Chorus 2X]
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I ain't mad at 'cha (I ain't mad at 'cha)
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You ain't mad at me (you ain't mad at me)
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After all this bullshit, it's nonsense, no time for that
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[Repeat To Fade]
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I am, al-ways, there
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You are, ne-ver, there
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Bullshit & Nonsense
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Kurupt |