(Blaze)
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Ever since back when I was alive
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I always thought to myself what it would be like to die
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Today I¡¯m more dead than a doornail
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Whether I succeed or fail, only time will tell
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And if I ever fall short of the gold
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I¡¯ll fall back on a nickel-plated chrome and take everything you own
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I¡¯m a pure-bred hustler, gang-bang affiliated
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I pack a heater bitch, this ain¡¯t entertainment
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(Chorus)
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If I fall only time will tell,
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and if I fall of out of control
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My pockets is bound to swell
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If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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You know you know it my nigga
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That¡¯s treal best believe me
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(Lavel)
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The shadow, back up in you like a pap-smear
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No I¡¯m not a player, wearing sweaters made of cashmere
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with matching boots
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I came for the loot, I¡¯m riding shotgun and bitch
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I¡¯m prepared to shoot
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Duck low unless you want to get hit with the blast
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I¡¯ll blow a motherfuckers hair in and out his baseball hat
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And if I catch him hard grinding with some shit that¡¯s phat
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I¡¯m gonna lay him on his back, you bitches better believe that
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(Chorus)
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If I fall only time will tell,
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and if I fall of out of control
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My pockets is bound to swell
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If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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You know you know it my nigga
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That¡¯s treal best believe me
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Fall down, if I fall, get back up again
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I¡¯m gonna get back up again, when will this ride be over
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Did it begin, no more slipping
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Yo' I had it up to here, cause I¡¯ve had enough
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This shit¡¯s all fucked up
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When times get tough you need to pick yourself up, and brush off
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(Blaze)
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I¡¯m not afraid to fall, I fell, got up
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Kept moving while my body repeatedly got shot up
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I even tried to stand up
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After taking a the clip and a half from a bitch-ass rocking a ski mask
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In a dark alleyway, I was killed on a Sunday night
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Body recovered on a Monday
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News covered the gunplay
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The same dude that killed me,
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dead body discovered in the subway
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(Chorus)
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If I fall only time will tell,
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and if I fall of out of control
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My pockets is bound to swell
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If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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You know you know it my nigga
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That¡¯s treal best believe me
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(Jamie Madrox)
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Madrox and I¡¯m round like the earth
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I done fell so many times, I¡¯m accustomed to all the hurt
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No work, and no jobs, and people are unemployed
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Most of the people just filling the void,
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and I¡¯m one of them
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Just because I¡¯m in front of them,
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mean I¡¯m ahead of the game
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And when you clear away the shit, we basically all the same
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All going against the grain and hope for some better days
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In the meantime, we all just trying to mantain
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(Chorus)
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If I fall only time will tell,
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and if I fall of out of control
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My pockets is bound to swell
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If I keep reppin the cheese, will they feel me?
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You know you know it my nigga
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That¡¯s treal best believe me
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If I Fall
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |