[Squeak Ru:]
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You know sometimes life is a trip
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it can make you do mysterious thangs.
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And sometimes life is a bitch
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how do you deal with the pain?
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Niggas rather smile in my face
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stick a knife in my mothafuckin' back
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than to see my family doin' well
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and my pockets steady gettin' fat.
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Since the age of 14 you know
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I been representin' my neighborhood.
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G'd up every goddamned day
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puttin' it down foe the city of Inglewood.
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And I ain't asked nobody for shit
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ain't nobody had to front me no sack
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everything I got I did it by myself
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and that's a mothafuckin' fact.
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But why when I'm doin my own thang
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and why when I'm on my own grind
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niggas wanna turn they back
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and act like Squeak done switched sides.
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And even though I got niggas that I love
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and niggas that I know is real.
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I still got them niggas that I wanna
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take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin' grill.
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But have you ever been down wit the homies
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because you thought the homies was true?
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Or have you ever been down wit the homies
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and found out the homies ain't down with you?
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Huh, player haters suck my dick!!
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Gangster Poem (Insert)
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| Mack 10 |
