[Intro]
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Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
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Nahmean? We just trying to stay above water
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Feel me? I mean I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
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They understand me, Nahmsayin?
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Shit
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Lock into this time and lock out (always)
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I mean ain't nothing promised to niggaz like us
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You know?
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[Juelz Santana]
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(Just a),
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Another day another dollar
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(Now look what you got)
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Another hater, another plotter
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(Shit, you know the drill)
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A brother pay, a brother holla
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(Watch 'em, they creeping)
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Another raid, another copper
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(Aw man)
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Another case, another lock-up
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(What)
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Another bail, know that cake better pop up
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(Yup)
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That's just day to day shit we go through
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And results of the day to day shifts we go through (you know)
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Some niggaz day to day pitch, they local, (and)
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Some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal, (and)
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Some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
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I don't honor them fools
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Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed
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I speak from the heart of the hood
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From the boarded up apartments with wood
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From the cracked down crack house (yeah)
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To the burnt up black houses
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To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out (yeah)
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And puffing weed makes my actions switch
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I'm at the window, with the pistol, like Malcolm
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Ain't that a bitch (damn)
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And I'm paranoid, paranoid
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But still I got to get it, got to have it, make it happen boy
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[Chorus]
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Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
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If I should die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take
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And may this song play all the way (yea)
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And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
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This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
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And if it skip a beat, hit repeat
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This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
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[Verse 2:Juelz Santana]
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(Look now)
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Another dead, another born
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(Vice versa)
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Another here, another gone
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(Pay attention)
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Another smile, another mourn
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Another funeral, another baby shower going on
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(Get it, huh)
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That's just life in the hood
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You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
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(Huh, get it)
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I live the life of a hustler
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No sleep all night for a hustler, (buster)
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And if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep
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I swear fiends will chase that high for four week (plus)
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I'm still dealing with the day to day basics
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Stress, hunger, patience
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The day to day basics
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(Yep), Shit that we go through, (you know)
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Shit
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Look at the shit that we go through, (you know)
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Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
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Niggaz getting money, acting like they can't get robbed
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(And that don't mix)
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[Chorus]
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This Is Me
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Juelz Santana |