[Chorus: B-Real]
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Are you ready to die, ready to die, tell me
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I see your look in your eye and its deadly
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better pray to the sky and get ready
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when you decide come on tell me
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[Verse 1]
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You got a choice in life with a fork in the road
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got your back turned with your eyes closed with a blindfold
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when you open them up there's a signpost
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enter at your own risk better find out where your home is
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some chose the streets livin a life outlawed
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doubt you'll see me spittin'my game southpole
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careful with the choices you make
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you gotta live with them, can't you hear the voices you hate
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how do you deal with them
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some took another path felt they own wrath add drugs to the math
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cut the life spans in half from deaths to cold sweats
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to soul lets go into the abbys
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we are gonna miss you yo
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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I put my fist up I ain't gonna hit you nigga
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I got no regrets I ain't gonna diss you nigga
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I just pray for you even though you're hard headed
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you made your own bed and I hope you don't get wetted
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I took the wrongsteps too but I learned from them
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I drew heat from my niggaz like the burning sun
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but like all lessons I need a self check I still got my strap
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but now I use my brain as a weapon
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could have stood left chose death no bread underfed
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all these niggaz spraying lead pushing on me laying dead
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this ain't gonna happen yet bitches I'm a fucking vet
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if you're coming for my head you can get a slug instead
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every nigga something something dues are they even fucking paid up
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what do you say to all the haters writing in the fukin papers
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homie wake up or we take up all the ground that you can't make up
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[Chorus]
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Ready To Die
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| Cypress Hill |
