[Lil' Zane]
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Money is mandatory, 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 into deep,all my peeps, bring them shovel stories
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Some niggaz strapped with thier gats, tryin to kill your homez
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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 pass
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Tryin to retaliate but keep that happin 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 tape will caution times being lost my soul series to scar
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I'm fighting demons off, it's the ways of the world
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[Chorus: 2x]
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Even though it hurts chest
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I'm gonna spark till I lose my breath
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lookin to sin since life began
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Coming all the way out the water to get oxygen
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Please father help me breathe again, at ease again
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[Lil' Zane]
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Looking at my self in the mirror, I took a second to think
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Memories of bein babies, given 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 they all said it
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From my parents to our teachers and even preachers couldn't reach us,
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I say my prayers, I gave my momma grey hairs
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She lives in fear
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The thought of me not being there got her worried scared
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They say I look just like my father, without the beard
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they should have named that nigga magic and dissapear
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A couple months out of the year, he reappears
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its all the same, ain't nuttin changed, you still my nigga
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Don't hold a grudge, just give me love, I'm on my own
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I'm kinda sober 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 this 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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[Lil' Zane]
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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 have a heart to fight
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or get lost in the world when you loose your life
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I would like to get blown, so I read and pray
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Surviving day to day, running the streets of stray
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Living all my self no company
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You better meet the heat when you come for me
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And when I die, burn alive, that's a wish of mine
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I know that heaving in the zone ain't that 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 for precaution as for evil gotta hit on me
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I've been a bad boy for momma,dont 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 got a glow around their body and do shit you've never seen,
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know what I mean?
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Take it deep like submarines, that's what we do, only humans
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Tryin to get through the world with no confusion
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When you close your eyes, can you state the pain, the misery
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Bringin for you will rescue me
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These are the ways of the world
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Now I have to choose between life or lose 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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The Ways Of The World
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Lil' Zane |