When I sit back
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Think to myself
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How mothafuckin fucked up
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The World has become
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It seem like violence, is the only things us mothafuckas know now days
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Every time I turn around
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Everywhere I look
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It's anotha mothafucka killin' anotha mothafucka
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And that's some mothafuckin' fucked up shit, mothafucka (Mothafuckin right)
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Murder follows me wherever I go
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Just the other day
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Somebody shot they school up
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At least that's what I been hearing everytime I turn the news up
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My momma said that there'd be shit like this
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I never seen it
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C'mon and hit on my blunt and reminisce
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Now I ask myself
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Is there a way to make it stop
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A way to make the gats not pop
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And is it possible
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For me to live the way I need to live
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For me to get what I need to get
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And give all that I need to give
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My situation's getting major by the second
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That fool that shot his whole school up
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Just turned eleven (Whaaa?)
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And ain't no body even thinkin' bout it
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And for that I hope that every time you sleep you have a dream about it
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Up in my hood it's like a warzone
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If somebody got a problem with somebody
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They don't last long
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I see 'em dyin' every god damn day
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And the worst thing about it
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I don't think of shit I can say
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So a...
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Every day of my life
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Is like ultra man needs the sun
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I need to be killin' someone
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I won't go two days without fillin' some graves
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Drag 'em in the sewers
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My underground caves
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I kill a bitch and then hide in my trunk
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Except if they come and find me
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I won't cry like a punk
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I just look into the camera
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And say mamma I'm sorry
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But it's all your fault
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You never bought me Atari
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Murder follows me
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Everywhere that I turn
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Psychopathic Rydas
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Boy, we never seem to learn
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I just attract bad luck
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Wit my black trucks and black chucks
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And what's up
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Since I'm strictly givin' no fucks
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Murder's on my tail
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I don't think I'm gonna last
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I'ma leave my lip fatter
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Than Rikishi ass
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If I get chance
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I can't resist that dance
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With the devil
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I'm on another level
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Underneath the gravel
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I'm just a thang that go bump in the night
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And that bump be the back of your head off a lead pipe (a lead pipe)
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I'm relaxed feelin good
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Knowin' I'm a mothafuckin' menace to my neighborhood
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Murder
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I take it, break it down, and analyze it
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Manslaughter, murder one, murder two, can't hide it
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Everywhere I go somebody try and take me
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Pistol out my pocket, and I cock it and make 'em history
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And there I go
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It's the third body today
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This how I killin' mothafuckas
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Won't go away
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I leave trails every time I walk down the street
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Bystanders hoes and dealers stretched out bloody
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Leave no traces
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And even the cops is paid off
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Ain't tryin to see incarceration
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Makes you soft
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16 in the clip
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One in the chamber jello
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Maybe it's all in my brain
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But it seems like murder follows
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Shit's crazy in the ghetto
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Every motha fuckin' day
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A nigga on parole
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Now I gotta find a way
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Ta get back on my feet
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Gotta call Lil' Shank up
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Walkin' to the crib
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Saw nigga get throat cut
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Blood rushed out
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As the nigga started coughin'
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Ain't shit a nigga could do
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I kept walkin' (damn)
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Got to the crib
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Then I put the call in
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The homie told me meet me at 9
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We get to ballin'
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Get my chucks on
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Headed back on the block
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Got to tha corner
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See anotha sucka get shot
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Look like he caught heat from an AK
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Semi-auto aint no escape when bullets spray
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The young brotha took like six in the chest (damn)
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One stray shot lay a little kid to rest
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And the little girl gots ta look about ten (shit)
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Somebody got to tell her ma she'll never see her again
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Everywhere we go from the suburbs to the hoods of the ghetto
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Where the lil' niggas grow
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I used to be a lil' nigga myself
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And learn quick
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Momma insisted that they focus on my mothafuckin' wealth
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All I had was my dogs (WOOF)
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And my ma's kept it tight
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Tell me, "Shank do momma proud and do somthin' with ya life"
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Don't waste your time tryin' to be anotha useless thug
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Or locked up like your cuzin tryin' to sell some drugs
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Your the only one left in this family tree
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Anotha year past
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Now my momma 53 |