I applaud you for being the brand winner of the family
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I applaud you for beating the niggers who couldn¡¯t stand you.
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I applaud you for being who you be to the block.
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But I don¡¯t care too much for niggers holding the glock.
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Broke be the reason that you¡¯re wearing them shoes,
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Broke be the reason you say fuck the rules
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Broke be the reason that you get that urge,
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Broke be the reason that you¡¯re flipping them birds.
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Man, who will be the reason that you carry the glock,
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Man, who will be the reason that you rob the spot
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Man, who will be the reason I keep stealing these cars,
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Man, who will be the reason I¡¯m behind these bars?
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Gone all the time, but they never talk back,
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So I¡¯m forced to communicate about this weed and crack.
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I refuse to crack, even though I met her all time low,
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Let me drink to fit the courage to rob a store,
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But what¡¯s in store for a nigger with a quick come up?
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That¡¯s why you got to put the guns out, listen.
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State of mind got you running wild,
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I see you lost your confidence and your one two punch,
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That¡¯s why you¡¯re running around lost with guns, singing to ¡®em like
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You¡¯re just lost with guns, you¡¯re just lost.
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And when the shoe fits wearing, don¡¯t take it off, yet,
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Man, I ain¡¯t made it through the song, yet.
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I few blunts to make you go away, temporarily,
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Soon as it fades away I drink a fifth of Henessy.
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I think this fucked up reality is getting the best of me,
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Praying I don¡¯t have to wake up on the next to me.
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My homies ain¡¯t there, my mom¡¯s not there, my pops ain¡¯t there, ¡®cause nobody cares.
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I quit to blaming nigger for all the guns and violence,
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But ain¡¯t nobody around to get the nigger some guidance.
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Throughout my childhood they told me I needed to make money
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But when I grew up they didn¡¯t teach me to keep money.
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So I made a little money, I lose a little brand, may buy a little pussy, may pay for some help.
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I keep a bag of lyrical caress to make you niggers see straight,
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Hopefully the words in a song can get you out your own way.
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If not, I feel bad for you, man, I¡¯m talking to you, I feel bad for you.
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State of mind got you running wild,
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I see you lost your confidence and your one two punch,
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That¡¯s why you¡¯re running around lost with guns, singing to ¡®em like
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You¡¯re just lost with guns, you¡¯re just lost.
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And when the shoe fits wearing, don¡¯t take it off, yet,
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Man, I ain¡¯t made it through the song, yet.
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Listen, you be you, ¡®cause you can¡¯t be me
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You¡¯re done rolling thirty b, you try to MC Hammer me.
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I¡¯m an MC, born in the heat of the streets
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And I¡¯d be damned if I let a motherfucker hammer me.
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Tattoo be the city of what on my wrist,
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I know a few niggers that want to slice that wrist.
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You tell me life¡¯s a bitch, supposedly you die going to Heaven
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I was damned to be an MC, quote to eleven
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I saw my first Mac11 at eleven,
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A base that was begging from my trip in Low Kevin
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I see my next step chirp, got the federals listening,
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I keep the heat plack but my cock be the position.
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Man, I¡¯m living in fear, moms told me bullets got no names
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Because the bullets no more biggie packing jam, mr. J.
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I know you think you bought us harder they come,
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If I was you, I would run, ¡®cause we¡¯re running around lost with guns.
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State of mind got you running wild,
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I see you lost your confidence and your one two punch,
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That¡¯s why you¡¯re running around lost with guns, singing to ¡®em like
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You¡¯re just lost with guns, you¡¯re just lost.
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And when the shoe fits wearing, don¡¯t take it off, yet,
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Man, I ain¡¯t made it through the song, yet.
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Maybe someday you sit back in life and talk about the change, how you ain¡¯t the same
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Got to live with regrets, but for now who the niggers, come up at the game, off our victims to slain.
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Don¡¯t you be lost with guns, don¡¯t you be lost with guns.
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Don¡¯t you be lost with guns.
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I say don¡¯t you be lost, don¡¯t you be lost, don¡¯t you be lost with guns.
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Don¡¯t be, don¡¯t be, don¡¯t you be lost with guns.
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State of mind got you running wild,
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I see you lost your confidence an |