I don't wanna live no mo'
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Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
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I'm living everyday like a hustle
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Another drug in trouble, another day another struggle
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I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
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Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
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People look at ya like use to used
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Selling drugs to all the loosers mad buddha abuser
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But they don't know about the stress-filled day
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Baby on the way mad bills to pay
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That's why you drink Tanqueray
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So you can reminisce and wish
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You wasn't living so devilish s-shit
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I remember I was just like you
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Smoking blunts with my crew
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Flipping oldies 62's
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'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got P-A-I-D
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That's why my mom hates me
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She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
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Then I figured out things went for twenty down south
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Packed up my tools saw my raw power move
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Black nineteen forcasted flower moves
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Four drunks trying to stop my flow
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And what they don't know will show on the autopsy
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Went to see papi, the cock me a brik
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Asked for circumcise and he wasn't trying to hear it
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Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm doing court for an assult
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That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
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Catch me if you can like the ginger bread man
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You better have your gat in hand
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'Cause man
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I don't wanna live no mo'
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Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
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I'm living everyday like a hustle
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Another drug in trouble, another day another struggle
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I had the master plan
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I'm in the caravan on my way to Maryland
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With my man Tutex to take over this projects
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They call him Tutex, he tote two techs
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And when he smoke the boss
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He likes to ask who's next?
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I got my honies on the Amtrack
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With the crack in the crack of her ass
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Two pounds of hash in the stash
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I wait for hun to make some quick cash
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I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got gassed
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At last so I really really lounging Black
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Seating back counting double digit thousands stacks
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Had to read up see what's up with my peeps
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Toyota dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
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See who got smoked but rumors was spread
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Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
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Then I got the phone call
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It couldn't hit me harder
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We got infotrated
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Like lino wa' the car
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I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
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By some bitch named Alberta over nickel play the burnace
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And my bitch swear to God she won't snitch
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I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker rich
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Conspiracy should be home in three
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Until them I look south for the home family
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A true G, got speed blowing like a bubble
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In the everyday struggle
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I don't wanna live no mo'
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Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
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I'm living everyday like a hustle
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Another drug in trouble, another day another struggle
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I'm seeing body after body and our mayor Giuliani
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Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti
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My daughter use a potty so she's older now
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Educated street knowledge I'ma mold 'er now
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Trick 'er little dope bying young girls tringes
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Dealing with the dope fiend binges
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Seeing syringes in the veins
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Hard to explain how I maintain
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The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
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Breaking days on the set no sweat from cold moet
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Can't bag yet because's still wet
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But when I dry back in five at a time
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I can clock about nine on the check cashing line
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I had to burst on the third
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Rehearse that's my word
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Thinking the game Ds knew my first name
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Should I quit? Shit no!
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Even though they had me scared
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Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes
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That's just how the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker
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I don't wanna live no mo'
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Sometimes I hear death nocking in my front do'
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I'm living everyday like a hustle
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Another drug in trouble, another day another struggle
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Everyday Struggle
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Notorious Big |