(Napoleon Talking)
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Life...
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What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?
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Been waking up to another muthafuckin' day
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I'm the type of soldier,
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A nigga that seen
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Everything in my muthafuckin eyes
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I seen my parents get killed
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To my muthafuckin eyes
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I seen my brother kill his-self in my eyes
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I seen Pac.. Yak.. die in the struggle in my eyes
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So I know anybody can be touched
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You know what I mean?
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(Tupac aka Makaveli)
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Oh God forgive me
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Somebody please say a prayer for me
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Needed my parents
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But they was never there for me
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Believe in everything they feed me
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I'm seeing demons
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I wake up screaming
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Who believe me or was I dreaming?
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Five fingers on the .45 chrome
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Dead aim at my brain, infared with no lights on
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I ain't afraid to die, I want to see what's after this
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I'm living blind writing rhymes
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Til they capture this
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And if we die let the world understand why
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Soldier my eyes hate to see a young thug cry
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They seeing us inside a casket
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That's how they see us
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Oh God forgive us ghetto bastards
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We human beings
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They leaving us inside this hell-hole
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Just waiting to fail so they tell us
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That's what jail for
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Adolescense young teens turned violent
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It's floating, in a world turned silent
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Cause you could be touched
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(Chorus Makaveli)
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Young niggaz in the wild life
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Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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Thinking he can make his pay
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Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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Cause you can be touched
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Young niggaz in the wild life
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Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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Thinking he can make his pay
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Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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Cause you can be touched
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(E.D.I)
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I live life High Speed
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Moving a million miles per hour
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Towards my destiny
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Making decesions carelessly
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Yeah it's me, yo nigga man child
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Bomb first stand proud
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Ain't looking for hand-outs
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Twenty-five years up in this bitch
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And I'll be damned if I ain't leaving rich
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And leave my kids a grip
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I let my blood drip off in this thug shit
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You can be touched, I catch you slippin' while I'm on a money mission
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Like right now, 30 dollars to my John Hancock
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Try to get mo' so my shit don't flock
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I lick off shots for everything they owe me
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And when it's my time to go
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I pray the Lord hold me
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(U can be touched)
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(Kastro)
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I was born in the city that never sleeps
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Schooled by the realest of the real niggaz
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That ever breathed
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And I was big when I was young
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And now I see that I was dumb
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My nigga.. Lonnie just got hit with 10... 10 years
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For trusting a friend
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They left him stuck in the Penn
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I love him, we all here just to die here, plus
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Nobody cares what got here
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Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
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Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored
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Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord
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Y'all praise the thug ways
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So forever it's on.. baby
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(Chorus Makaveli)
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My Young niggaz in the wild life
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Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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Thinking he can make his pay
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Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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Cause you can be touched
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Young niggaz in the wild life
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Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life
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Thinking he can make his pay
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Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down
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Cause you can be touched
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(Young Noble)
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Why grieve this life
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Planted by the fiends and pipes
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Green lights so
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I'm seeing-seeing everything twice
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Pretty much of nothing nice
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(naw) we sucking it up
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Even when we get a job, we fucking it up
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Like it can't happen to us
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I could never be a bum
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Yeah right, you wound up one
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God forbid I'm touched, y'all keep living it up
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Look and learn
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Next it could be your turn... word
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(Kadafi)
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Yes this a felonies' hobby
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That got me here thinking robbery
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Day to day all year long
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Teflon protects my body
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essential and important in this criminal cartel
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I'm caught and supporting me
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So in these streets of hockey
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I play the goalie,
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Secretz to war licks, and score shit
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Share between clients and homies
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Remember what Patcino told me
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Before he past
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Watch them clowns with them crocodile smiles
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Cause they phony, I get that cash, stay lonely
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And I'm point |