Stay up
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Hold ya head up
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It's hell in the streets boy
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Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there
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[Boondox]
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I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies
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Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes
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They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit
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I should've listened to them preaches in the pool kid
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Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake
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While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate'
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I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed
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My mind, Fuck the World, we cried
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My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do?
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Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin'
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I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows
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The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh
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These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em
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A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel
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To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya
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Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga
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[Chorus]
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'Cause it's hell
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Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
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Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
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When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
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'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)
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'Cause it's hell
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What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
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When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
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Lord keep watchin' over
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I'm lookin' for a better way
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I that's all I gotta say
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[Boondox]
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Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way
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Love my momma, can't deny that face
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And as a child, everynight I prayed
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For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say
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"Lord save me, take me, away from here"
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20 to 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years
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But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it?
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Why we evict'?
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Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret?
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Why I gotta rob?
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Why my pappi ain't gotta job?
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Why I ain't graduate?
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Why through high school I didn't have a date?
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Why I had to masturbate?
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Wea, wea, hand me their hands
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Why so many not it jail?
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Why I let my family down?
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Why my uncle died?
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Wish it would've been me
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He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me
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Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully?
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When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me
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[Chorus]
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It's hell
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Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
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Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
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When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops
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'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga)
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'Cause it's hell
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What we gotta go through, and only time will tell
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When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees
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Lord keep watchin' over
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I'm lookin' for a better way
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I that's all I gotta say
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[Boondox]
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He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again
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Family ties, this is where the drama begins
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Tellin' by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that
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Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back"
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He's trippin' like he's outta control
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So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke
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Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin'
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11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit
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But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch
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It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard
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And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin' the charge
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Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists
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And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists
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I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb
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It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt
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She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic
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Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic
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Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever
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She almost died, of loss of blood
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I knew my momma wouldn't leave me
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She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy
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Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin' my daddy
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She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again
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Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end
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It's hell
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Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope
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Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's ho
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It's Hell
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| Field Mob |
