[Operator]
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This is the MCI operator
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I have a collect call from..DREAMER
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Who is an inmate in a California State prison
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To accept charges press 5 now [beep]
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Your call is being connected
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Thank you for using MCI
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[Lil Rob]
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Sup ese
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What's up ese... what you know me man?
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Si mon I'm your best homey and you don't even know me
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This vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes"
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I said "you know me?" he said "si mon I'm your best homie
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You were born in September of 1975
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You're already 20 I'm the reason why you're still alive
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I watch everything you do I've seen everything you've done
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I kept you out of jail because i told you when to run
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You packed a gun at the age of 13"
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This vato knows everything about me but this guy I've never seen
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So I said "what you mean?" and he said "follow me"
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I'm going crazy that's exactly what it's gotta be
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He said "let's fly" so we took to the sky
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He said "stop, look and listen pay attention
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Now if you have a question then ask"
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Oh by the way where you takin me?
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He said "stop, look and listen and you will see"
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[Chorus]
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Listen hear what I'm saying
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Listen hear what I'm saying
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Listen hear what I'm saying
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Listen....(la la la la listen to me)
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Do you remember this night?
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Oh yeah homie quite clear 2-27-94 was the year
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Gunshots is all I hear as we hit up the place
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We gave those vatos a taste
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Show 'em not to fuck around but i got shot in the face
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And it was like damn what am i supposed to do
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Now i can't die cause that means they got the best of me fool
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He said "now anyone else would've shook
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Come with me let's take a closer look"
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He took me down to the carucha i was ridin' in
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Who would've thought that a bullet I'd be biting here
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You shoulda heard all the shit that i was sayin'
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I wasn't playin' as we were spraying I wanted to see some levas laying
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Dead in streets of my barrio
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They wanted to take my life and that ain't right
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So we had a gunfight
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Huero and Dreamer backing me up
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And we had the 12-Gauge Mausberg shells stacking them up
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And it was like crazy
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Shoulda been a western flick
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You've got two kinds of vatos who don't give a shit
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They came to my neighborhood and got what they got
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In other words I'm not the only one who got shot leva (fuckin leva)
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[Chorus]
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I can't believe that this is happening to me
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God do you want my life well then take me
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But if not i need some oxygen
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They threw me on a fuckin bed and now I'm off again
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In the life flight helicopter soaring through the sky
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Knowing I could die but still I won't cry
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Cause it's like why shed a tear man
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When everyday I'm wishing that I wasn't here man you catch my drift
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All you vatos need to take note
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I got a bullet in my throat and I'm trying not to choke
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Cause if I do I just might go into a panic
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And then it just might be the end
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Not for this Hispanic
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Fuck no I can't let 'em get the best of me
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Cause if I die there ain't no way I'm gonna rest in peace
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Knowin' that those vatos are standin tall
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Laughin as a Lil' Rob having to take a little fall
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But i ain't one to go out like a bitch
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And i ain't that little vato that vato to go snitch
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It's the barrio's on when I won't break
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So stop look and listen and you'll find that ain't no thing
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[Chorus]
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[Oldie]
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I am saying the truth (the truth)
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I am saying the truth (I said it true man)
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I am saying the truth (la verdad)
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I am saying the truth (si mon)
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Ahhhhhhh
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Stop, Look & Listen
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Lil' Rob |