[Intro]
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There's one brain
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There's two halves to one brain
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One half's the pen, the other half's a steel
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Check the story
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[Chorus 2X]
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Pain, yo, is all I feel
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I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel
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[King Just]
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A young shorty on the block, wit no props
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Fightin every day, turn the pot, and crackin beer top
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In the hallway, gettin fucked up, everyday
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You ever thought about goin to school? No way
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I always thought I'd be a big rap star
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Drive fancy cars and travel like far
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Aha, dream didn't come true, now it's 1982
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So what the hell you want me to do?
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I wanna sell drugs and hang wit the thugs
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From the projects, and own a nickel plated tech
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But yet, I still got the skill to rock the crowd
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I guess rappin should just be style
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But now, I can't take it no more
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I'm ready to get my gat and tell you face down to floor
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Give me what you got, nigga, shit is real
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I'mma die wit my pen, or I'mma die wit my steel
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[Chorus 2X]
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[King Just]
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So damn confused, this life just don't seem the same
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Kids on the smelly court, playin the ghetto games
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I reminisce about the shit that I did
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You couldn't be soft and live where I lived
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Cuz only the strong survive, and the weak die
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Well ain't that a bitch, oh, my, my, my
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Momma, why I gotta be like that?
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Face the fact, I want the respect of my ghetto back
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So I dig deep cuz I got a lot to give
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As the world turns, but only one life to live
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So come on my children, let's start rebuildin
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A new foundation for every man's nation
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I try to make a stand, but every stand's a downfall
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I sat on the bench while other kids played ball
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It's not the fact that I lack athletic
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I'd rather grab a pen and pad, and get poetic
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[Chorus 2X]
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[King Just]
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Bow, boom, bang, same to the '90's
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Two-Six Mob, nigga, that's where you'll find me
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Down wit Black Fist, now, my promo's on Kiss
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And everybody around town want's to talk shit
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I guess that's the way life goes, I guess no one knows
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Yo, we all choose our own roads
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So you choose yours, and I'mma choose mine
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Who knows, we just might make it at the same time
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Define, yo, the meanin of jealously
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And I show you a hundred rappers that can't fuck wit me
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True, so what's the moral to the story?
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The God is on his way to glory, but yet there's more G.
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I became that nigga to the cess
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My lifestyle change and now it's headed to the West
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I guess, I have to do some shows out there
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But when I appear, the crowd shook wit fear
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Yo, I can't die wit my steel
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I got a career now, to make at the top of my field
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So you ask, how does the story end?
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One love to Shaolin, we gotta die wit our pen
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[Chorus 4X]
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[Outro]
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Yo this is a message from the God
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Dreams come true only if you make 'em happen
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One love to Shaolin
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Pain
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King Just |