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I'm bout to explode
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I don't know when I'm gonna go, I got so much been on my mind
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Every time I look around, I try to prevent going down
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From locked up or even dying
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I can dig the problem
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I can see whats going on, its a fucking warzone
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With the thieves in the hood don't look good
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Never ever thought she could jump off like that now
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O.G.'s done backed down, you eased a step down
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Everybody wanna have the crown
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Every breath you benefit the sin
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We gonna have to keep fighting them mugs within
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Now it is killing before whats killing you niggas that started out friends
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You win, the wrong for what you doing
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You need to start snatching, kick out the mob
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Can't show no love at all, don't even turn back
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Anyway homie wasn't all that
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If he was real he wouldn't even have caused him that
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I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that
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So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves of loves
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In a positive demonstration
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That we could never conquer shit and defend no more
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High-Tech young niggas with a little scratch, could be richer
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Hustling to make enough to buy the shit I need
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Like a bag of weed, I was blind now a nigga see everything
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Brothers strapping up on this thang, timing's off, feel the pain
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Let the hood done laid out, shits way out, no way out
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Murder to the lunatics, them the tricks that was talking that shit
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Took the test to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off
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Smoke that bitch, what a mess
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I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up
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Look into the mind of a Flic' born westside
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Mount Sainai in the flesh bless my
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Niggas with the bottle, get the top
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Then pour out the back door when its war
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Armor to your brothers stay clean
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Watch your back young brothers I mean
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My hood is burned up, and burned up is my hood
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We ?kicked bout' a foot?, don't own a hood
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I took too much then too much, now I don't know where to turn
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Or who it may concern, life and death all I've learned
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I've earned my respect in the hood, but the shiesty still pulling moves
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You a man for the man, thats another point he was trying to prove
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Got your own mind, might as well use it for yourself
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Cause you'se your own man to the right, to the left, all is well
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And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve
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Killers jumping off by the evenings now
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97' just another hunting season
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Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason dying freely
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Why?
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Back in the days on Chicago Avenue, (?)
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Niggas used to bang for the kicks to slang cain
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Hustle and rain pain niggas
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Once there was a little brother who ruled across the street with his crew
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Fast pacing everyday, facing murder situations
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Gang affiliation makes you kill a nation
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Take another life a day, smoking, hoping just to get away
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Put it in the raw, I'm 'bout to go boom
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Y'all can't help but to talk, it's us against the law
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That shit backing people off from the gator alley in the whole
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I don't know where the hell to go
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Cause my life is like a pack of (?)
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Having brothers capping, it's a free for all in my motherfucking hood
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And it ain't good, if I got to die for my Flict' then I would
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Every day is numbing
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If you didn't count your blessings boy then you really should
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Until the final tic 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1 out
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So much shit on my mind
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I can't find the time to free myself from going down
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Best to antici-pains and pressure, no lesser than human situations
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Erasing, ruin doing time in the mind
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Like to wild em' down, bullets flying, mommas crying, niggas lying
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Reason for the rhyme let the spirit climb
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You thinking different, defending for the real of it
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Flic' in this forever, finally letting in Chicago, tear a little
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Never on a pedastool, want to jump up off it then let it go
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Easy it's about to blow, like how much longer can I go
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How many situations before I just go below, catch up with my funeral
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Caught up and brought up in it into dimensions
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The feeling like I can't take it no more
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The mission is dealing with pressure
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Pressure is the death certificate and that will get cha'
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