(Memphis Bleek Talking)
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Yeah, I mean M.A.D.E, no mob shit
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Money, Attitude, Direction and Education..some real shit
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Think about my hood one time
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My hood is trippin'
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Thinkin' I've changed crossed niggaz
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Where we go wrong?
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[Verse 1] (Memphis Bleek)
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I'm from that two-bedroom apartment, Marcy
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5-3-4, that middle building...yeah, they say it started me
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I'm new to it but consider me young
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Seen it all happen, aint understand what was done
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But, all I wanted was the fly kicks fly shit
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Little nigga but still kept a fly bitch
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And back then it was love in the hood
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Knuckle up with ya dog and fuck it, it's all good
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Now, I'm in the crib rippin' up to go to war with 'em
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Same little niggaz I used to steal from the store with 'em
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I go and get 'em from school
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Used to take the same bus, same train back then we was cool
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I broke bread at lunch with 'em
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And if mom's left me with two singles, then you know
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I'm splittin one with 'em
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We cut school in the building I lived in, one floor higher
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Smokin' and gettin' higher
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Damn, think of age, now we locked up north
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It was like yesterday we was practicin' sports
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Went from flippin' on mats now he flippin' in the box
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Locked twenty-three hours up a day, he in the max
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Aint no lookin' back because this life goes on
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We was kids didn't care about the rights and wrongs
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But, nobody judged us the ghetto loved us
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Streets, the only thing that ever took something from us
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I lost a couple friends
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But I promised and prayed that if I make it, Im'a see 'em again
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I admit, I was wild as a child
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And my mom's aint like none of my friends who use to call me Ismhael
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My brother stayed on punishment, mama found out he hustle and
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Found couple jacks, her plan she thought of flushin' it
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Me, I'm in the streets I swore, never change
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My brother caught a cause, I came up to do the same
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[Hook] (Latif) x2
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It's all about my days
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This is all about my nights
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This is all about my pain
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This is all about my life
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[Verse 2] (Memphis Bleek)
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I got my first work, about the age of fourteen
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My brother fighting a case his bail was fourteen
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Me, still hustlin', school not going
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My clothes started changin', the money started showin'
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My right hand was owing every hoe we know
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She represent us through the ghetto every hood we know
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He put me on on that traffic, though the money was average
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I aint care I learned how to handle that package
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Then, a body dropped, O locked for minute
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The squad it never died, I was left to represent it
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Took a nigga out his crib his name I aint gon' mention it
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Know this hit home, I know this nigga listenin'
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Cause we was tighter than brothers where did the love go
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I called your mother my mom's dog, I let the love show
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This was supposed to be us
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You was supposed to have the next verse dog, this was supposed to be us
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And, you know I taught you the streets, taught you to pitch in
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I gave you that gear got you all the bitches
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I never thought you ever cross me dog
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If they back me down in the corner, get 'em off me dog
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Now I see exactly where we went wrong
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When I spin through the hood and I see him, I keep it goin'
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Now the ghetto lookin' at me like I changed
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But, I'm still that regular nigga I'm still the same
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[Hook] (Latif) x2
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It's all about my days
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This is all about my nights
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This is all about my pain
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This is all about my life
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My Life (ft. Memphis Bleek)
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