Let me paint a picture for these suburb niggas
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This the hood
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Dope fiends, syringes on the cracked concrete,
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Lie next to a dirty dipper, life on the streets is real (real)
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Fiends forming crack packs at night
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And sell they daughter's brand new bike to fill a pipe
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It's sad. We've got it bad, weed bags and dutches
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Re-lax and puff it escape reality
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Until your high come down, you look around
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And see the same thing you seen before you gave duke a pound
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And copped your little chronic, it's off the hook in the projects
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Parents hooked on drugs, these kids hooked on phonics
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How little man gonna concentrate on ABC's
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When he gotta go down the hall to watch they TV (cause you done sold his)
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[Chorus: x2]
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L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
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I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
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F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
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E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
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I was probably 9 or 10 when I picked up my pen
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Down in Short's crib, listenin to Criss-Cross then
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That's when my verses had a million curses and 10 gats
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Fast cars, and I ain't know where the gas peddle was at (you know)
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10 years old, peddling crack, at least to me I was
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See hood youngins wanna be like thugs
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Straight A students got laughed at and called a herb
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By people in they class that wished they could be called a nerd
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But they ain't take time to sound out all of they words
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So they covered it up with jokes and cut to smoke herbs
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And fill cups with alcohol, over school nights
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Parents needed a Tylenol, teachers ain't know they child at all
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At home they weren't wild at all, but when they got to school
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Bad influences and peer pressure was pilling on
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Quote unquote cool crowds was where they wanted to fit in
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A lot of them wish they didn't now they all got addictions
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Winter time, out in the cold, sniffling on a mission
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To find something that which is cool when they was school skippin
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If they could turn back hands they would have took school different
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But ain't no time machines
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Now they stuck in the mind of fiends
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Feeling sorry for they selves, life is mean and
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Shorty they was feeling now proudly sports a diamond ring
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That the nerd gave to her - Wishing they was the one that was engaged to her
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Now who's the cool crowd?
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[Chorus: x2]
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L - You live it, don't like it but learn to love it
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I - It ain't fair, but who cares, you gotta thug it
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F - For sheezee my attitizee is fuck it
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E - Either you roll or get rolled on it's nothing
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L.I.F.E.
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Joell Ortiz |