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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
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I take a look at my life
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And realize there's nothing left
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'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
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That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone
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But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
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Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of
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You betta watch how ya talking
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And where ya walking
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Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
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I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
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As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke
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Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like
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On my knees in the night
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Saying prayers in the street light
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1-Been spending most our lives
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Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
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Keep spending most our lives
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Living in a gangsta's paradise (2)
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Look at the situation, they got me facing
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I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the state
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So I gotta be down with the 'hood team
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Too much television watching, got me chasing dreams
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I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
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Got my ten in my hand and a gleam in my eye
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I'm a loc'd out gangsta, set tripping banger
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And my homies are down so don't arouse my anger
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Fool, death ain't nothing but a heart beat away
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I'm living life do or die, what can I say?
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I'm twenty-three now , will I ever live to see twenty-four
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The way things is going I don't know.
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2-Tell me why are we so blind to see
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That the ones we hurt are you and me?
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(rpt 1)
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Power in the money, money in the power
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Minute after minute, hour after hour
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Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
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It's going on in the kitchen
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But I don't know what's cooking.
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They say I gotta learn
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But nobody's here to teach me
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If they can't understand it, how can they reach me?
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I guess they can't
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I guess they won't, I guess they front
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That's why I got my hand on the pump, foo!
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(rpt 1, 2, 2)
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Gangsters Paradise
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| Coolio |
