Money is manditory, my game is self explanitory,
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I hit the blunt as I proceed to tell my ghetto stories,
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I'm in to deep, for my peeps, bring them shovels for me,
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Some niggaz strapped wit their gats tryin to kill your homies,
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Didn't know me but met the heat when they ran up on me,
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Left his wife and 2 kids at the crib lonely,
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Got in the way of a stray bullet when I passed,
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Trying to retaliate on beef that happened in the past,
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Ways of the world how will I last when the economy crash,
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I'm goin all out gettin my cash,
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While spend mine open, wit my eyes on the world,
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Ghettos and jail cells gave me stories to tell,
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Body swells from the evil smells that I inhale,
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Evil set me up to fail make my life so real,
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People take precaution, time is being lost my souls series to scar,
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I'm fightin demons off, its the ways of the world,
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chorus 2x
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Eventhough it hurts my chest,
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I'm a spark til I lose my breath,
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Livin the sin since life began,
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Coming all way out the water to get oxygen,
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Please father help me breath again, at ease again,
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Lookin at myself in the mirror, I took a second to think,
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Memories of being babies givin milk to drink,
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Without a worry at mind, we would play all the time,
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Name callin and b-ballin took up most of our time,
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We were hard headed and ya'll said it,
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From our parents to our teachers, and even preachers couldn't reach us,
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I said my prayers,
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I gave my momma gray hairs,
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She lives in fear,
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The thought of me not being their got her worried scared,
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They say i look just like my father without the BEARED,
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They should of named that nigga magic, he dissapeard,
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A couple months out of the year, he reappears,
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Its all the same ain't nothin changed, you still my nigga,
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Don't hold a grudge, give me love,
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I'm on my own,
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I'm kinda sorda from a broken home
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Wondering what's goin on, did I deserve this
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Living in Atlanta got us little nigga nervous
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Mama tried to feed us all, until she got laid off
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Had the rats paid off, now we all laid off
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chorus 2x
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Duckin the gun shots,at the age of 13,
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There was a war zone, so you choose your team,
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When the war strikes you better had a heart to fight,
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or get lost in the whirlwind or you loose your life,
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I prefer to live long, so I read and pray,
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Surviving day to day, runnin the streets astray,
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Living life for myself no company,
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Prepare to meet the heat when you come for me,
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And when I die, burn alot, thats a wish of mine,
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I know that heaven when you's only make it hard to find,
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And when you make it they gone take it, that's a must you know,
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Don't think of gettin to the top without a problem or so,
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I take precaution because the evils gotta hit on me,
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I've been a bad boy but mommy don't you quit on me,
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They built a jail so when we rise they can crush our dreams
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Two of the largest in the industry, erased from the scene
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And I don't wanna be a target so I got with a team
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They gotta go around their body and do things you've never seen,
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nahmean,
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Take it deep like submarines, that's what we do,
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Only human, tryin to get through the world with no confusion,
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I close my eyes, so can't escape the pain of misery,
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Prayin that you will rescue me, these are the ways of the world,
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And if I had to choose between life and losing my sanity,
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Go with the streets keep callin me,
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These are the ways of the world.
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Ways Of The World
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Lil' Zane |