Yuk, what, thug lord, regime
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West coast, Yukmouth, Mac Mac, uh, check
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(Verse 1: C-Bo)
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Mission arrives upon all means, all the cream
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Baddest bitches you ever seen tatted wit regime
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Thug Lord, wit the real hard core
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Keepin it crackin once, prepared for war
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Three of the downest nigga's you ever imagined and go platinum
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Known to keep it crackin wheter it's packin or scrapin
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Jackin a rapper, shit I give it up if I can smile
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Ballin and repent somebody smile for me baby
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Then made it across the crossroads
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Skated the boss mode
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Now me, Mac and Yuk escalatin in floss mode
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Jaguar's, bad broad's, anything you ask for
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Motorcycle's, and fast cars, I ask the lord to forgive me
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To keep me in this, I'm livin is for my children
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I can't eat without another million
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I'm livin life in the fast lane, champagne to wash away ya pain
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Them tears, that I been holdin in for years, smile for me
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(Chorus:1x)
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Smile, smile, oh smile
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I only wanna see you smile
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Smile, oh smile, oh yeah
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(Verse 2: CJ Mac)
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How many words can make a average man sit and try
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Picture my lies, throwin bricks besides a business
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Tried crippin for life
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Tried dippin around this bitch without a clippin tonight
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Tried chips for somethin, homocidal call it crime, we cursed
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All we know we havin dreams in mirror's
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Fast cars, bad bitches, and teams to kear
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Crack the seal loc, pour me out a shot of that filth
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So I can drown in all my feelins inside, we all lit
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Ha, dustin off the chronic ash and blast
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Caught up in a mash of cash, we want it fast
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I'm slippin, dirty I'm home, family won't hug me
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But that's how the livin as is gonna be, so fuck em
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I reak of scandalous schemes, and livin fast
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It's like the second when I'm sayin by my hour glass, damn
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Been at ?????, and livin buckwild
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But i'll give it all up to pop a smile, I wish that I could smile
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(Chorus:1x)
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(Verse 3: Yukmouth)
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Ayo, I wake up every mornin praisin the lord
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Thankin the lord for bein my shootin arm
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Keepin a soldier safe in his war
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I worry about livin no more, get paid and stayin on tour
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Receivein my blessings, the lord
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That's why I quit stresstin no more
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Now I can keep my tech in the drawer, and keep my vest on the floor
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I'm still protected by the lord like never before
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Acceptin the lord, for sakes, still respectin the lord
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Praise his name for what you got
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Cause what you got really ain't yours
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It's the lords, and we his children
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He want us all to pay for jewelry
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Livin in mansions inside a apartment buildings
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If we can stop this stealin, If we can stop the sinnin
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If we can stop the killings, start prayin, start repentin
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And ask god for forgiveness, the fatherfull forgiveness
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And feel the spirtural healin, and god's by witness
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So keep the pray for, even if you was raised hard
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I was buried in the graveyard, until I praised god
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(Chorus until fade)
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Smile
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