Imagine making it big in this rap game
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And you think it's all good
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I'm here to tell you it ain't baby
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You got every eye in the world on you
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You gotta understand these people fear what they don't know
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[Chorus]
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Imagine life with no jails and no laws
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And no harassment on brothers in fancy cars
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Now why they wanna trap me, make me a slave
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They just mad cause a ghetto nigga break bread [x2]
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[C-Murder]
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I'm on the ground cuffed up like a dog
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Said my cuffs too tight, but they laugh when they see me fall
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I guess my skinss too dark for them to hear me
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I know they don't like me, for some reason I think they fear me
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Quit tripping on my chains and my rangs
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I want to hit em, but I didn't cause I maintained
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They got me FED's on the scene and they sware I got the cream
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And the stolen truck green, canine all up in my jeans
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They don't realize I'm a soldier
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I had a pissed, ask your son, I know he gotta C-Murder disc
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Number one in every record store
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Mom and pops tap my phones, but you know I aint slangin rocks
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Take me to jail but I tell em take me off the scene
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My first call go to P, he put my mind at ease
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You told me not to trip cause it's a bigger picture
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And if your tank don't put it on TRU, I'm a come and get ya
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[Chorus]
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[Mac]
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Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks
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Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked
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And I went through stressin (why), cause I'm already strapped,
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bulletproof vesting
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Waiting to be tested by the devil on that level
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I used to sit on the porch with my uncle Ben
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And I watched the murder scene when I was 13, dad, why they come for me
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And it made me crazy, and it made me lose my mind
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And from time to time it crossed my mind
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What if there wasn't a crime
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Now Slim, would you kill for me and everything that's true for me
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If there was no law, and nobody was superstars
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No state trooper cars to follow, you wouldn't have to swallow
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Your rocks, so toss the glocks with the hollow
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I would kill a rich man and drink his blood, would it bring me riches
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Or would I just be selling my soul to them wicked witches
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We already in babylon, the world is a ghetto and God is like the don,
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nigga wooooah
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[Chorus]
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[Soulja Slim]
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Now we get only get one minute to pray and a second to die
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Could you picture the darkside before I let these bullets fly
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From out my 4-5 see, I know what you mean
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Is it life or that imagine living life with no breath
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My imagination's a motherfucker with a bullet stretch
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Too much killing, I won't supply the world with a vest
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But that's impossible, killing its unstoppable
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As long as they got bullets and guns they got niggas thats droppin em
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Real niggas from that ????? the world that's all about
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Real niggas we won't have a reason to kill niggas, heal niggas
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My plane it runs so deep I'm a share it with yall
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While my own niggas is trying to cut throat while I'm tryin to ball
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Dog, you aint never seen what I seen what I seen
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Imagine
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Soulja Slim |