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Sumtime life pulls us down
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Help yo peeps when their down
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And if tha system holds you back
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Just keep on kickin and don't look back
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I had a brotha who was in tha thang
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He made his money with tha klick who had to have the same game
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Money was the main domain
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(Don't let em' keep you down Oo--h N-oo)
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Didn't give a damn about nobody but his pockets and the ones that got him paid
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Always had a bullet
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For when he caught an enemy or playa hata tryin to take his spot he had to pull it
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My brotha was a wanted man
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Wanted by the other man
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Taking all tha non-believers out
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That was tha plan
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Cuz Bookie used to hang with him
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And all tha time spent neva neglected
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Never really said a word
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Never disrespected
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But worried in my mind tho
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Cuz maybe one of these days somebody might decide to make my brotha die slow
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Or fast
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Leave him layin dead with his cash
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Then I get the bloody news that my brother passed
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Sorry to say
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R.I.P. it's non-fiction
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Much Love to my brotha won't ya'll listen
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Me and my homie used to be tha hoods
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2 little devils on the rampage didn't care ??? good
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My homie was a needle freak
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And everytime I went to see him had a different personality for every week
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We used to make our money daily
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And me bein tha partner in crime
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To every victim it was paid
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Maybe cuz we had tha erge
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To make our money off the well paid independent workers with tha nerve
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My homie didn't give a damn
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Co-operation was a big deal for the ones he jacked ???
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I couldn't understand the hate up in his eyes
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I'm strictly jackin for tha fun
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He do it to survive
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The only person who cared about his life was in tha mirror
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Thinkin to himself "I'll dye alone...it's gettin nearer"
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Only person that realy care about his life was me
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But a bad case a needle made my homie shoot tha O.D.
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The last story's bout this sista Kim
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Who lived around the corner of my block
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With 2 kids, a little her and him
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No help from tha brotha man
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Tha sucker left her their with 2 kids and no ???
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The option was the otha man
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Barely survivin
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Doin what she could
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So in tha meanwhile baloney sandwhiches was all good
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Tha 50 dollas every month not good enough
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She had to pay tha rent
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Now money started gettin tough
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She got a man
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Who did her kinda good in tha beggining
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Then he beat her down took control and he was winning
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For a second tho
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Cuz see tha brotha had a gun
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Now she's doin 5 to 10 like a murda one
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With tha kids in tha child care
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She kinda sad
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But knowin that they got a meal a day that made her glad
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And knowin that they alright that made her day
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So all she can do now is pray
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Sumtime life pulls us down
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Help yo peeps when their down
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And if tha system holds you back
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Just keep on kickin and don't look back
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Don't let it keep you down
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Whoa whoa
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Don't Let it
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Don't let it keep you down
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Whoa whoa
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Yeah
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Life
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Nasty Boy Klick |