Some people tell me that I need help
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Some people can fuck off and go to hell
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God dam why they criticize me
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Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me
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Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em
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I won't join em if I can beat em
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They don't understand my logic
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To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic.
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I never wanted to hurt a nigga
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Unless you come flexing that trigger
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I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town
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Now your six feet underground
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From man to the dust to the ashes
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All I remember tell me where the cash is!
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Click clack barrel at my dome
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Give all your loot or you ain't going home
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But I ain't going out on a bang
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Wa dada dang wa dada da dang
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[Hook]
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I'm having illusions all this confusion's
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Driving me mad inside
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I'm having illusions all this confusion's
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Fuckin me up in the mind.
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Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls
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Hoping that I fall but they can lick my balls
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Straight jacket strap it
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In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it
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Distracted from all reality now I'm let out
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On a minor technicality .... They all fucked up now
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Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how
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I'm looking for some one like me
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Living in my own world to my own degree
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On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties
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Looking at me and I feel shitty
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A lil tensed up getting hot
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Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot
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I'm trying to find ways to cope
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But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope.
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[Hook]
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I'm having illusions all this confusion's
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Driving me mad inside
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I'm having illusions all this confusion's
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Fuckin me up in the mind.
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Illusions (Q-Tip Remix)
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Cypress Hill |