[Intro:]
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Now let me get this right... when Jesus left here
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He left a going away place for me, and when he prepared that place
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He'll come back and receive me, now where he is at, I'll be...
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Now that's what you call a beautiful thought, Jack
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[Verse 1:]
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This mics on? I take chances and play a lot of felony games
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That's why my rent and my utilities are in melony names[? ]
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Sometimes don't ever change, it's too easy to obtain
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Cocaine, that's why my people did that devil in the dope game
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I've done the dope thing, tenths, graphs, quarters, halves
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I was a natural cause I was pretty good at math
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Hot temper you can catch me on a warpath
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You know what they say; hard head make a soft ass
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Livin life like tonight can be the last night
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Cops in the car with the dogs and the flashlights (fuck!)
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Got me laid out across the hood
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It's all good it nothing but leather wood
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This harassment is nonstop, and when it's not the cops it's the block
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Haystak didn't come back whippin no Maybach
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How fake is that, y'all know me better than that
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But I'll rock a drop top SL Escalade truck and shit
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Who that big fat white ass think he fuckin with
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Don't that muthafucka know he had to suffer
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He keep on comin through with that and end up a sucker
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[Chorus: x2]
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Now one day, I'm gon die
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But until then, I'm gon ride
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I feel I, can almost fly
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It can go down tonight, Dadgummit!
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[Verse 2:]
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I was a broke head, a raggedy broke head
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Probably end up in jail dead or be a cokehead
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My mission to get more bread, more fed and more head
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Work hard until I drop dead
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So much sweat and blood shed
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Tears I wept, the nights done came and went and I never slept
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It's crazy what one would do to uphold the rent
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It's boundaries, men don't overstep
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But yet, the newspaper full of incidents
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Dude didn't have to die, that shit was senseless
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Violence is sadistic, it grows on our existence
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Me personally, myself, I'm against it
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But so many dudes from other crews stay with him
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You ain't gotta a chance if you get to beefin with him
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Got six guns, shotguns and handguns
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Semi-automatic magnums, keep your pants up
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We can't afford to get caught with them now
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And they roll up on ya like "Yeah, talk shit now! "
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And they already got they guns out
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But time won't allow you to get yours out (blaow!)
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And about the time that you reach for your pocket
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Bullets hit your muthafuckin ass like rockets
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You couldn't return fire, it happened so fast
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That's how they do it they sneak up and bust a cap in your ass
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Now it's just a bunch of good talk about ya in slow songs
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Everybody telling everybody to be strong
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Positive, cause they gotta move on
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Even though it won't be the same now that you gone
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Gone, meanin dead gone meanin not here
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Gone, meanin you meanin you won't have no birthday next year
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Gone, meanin your kid no longer got a father
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Cause pops was preoccupied with provin he was harder
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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My [?] is [?], accomplish impossibilities
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So much hositiliy hemmed up within me
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So many ends and very few friends
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I made thick and thin muthafuckas who ride to the end
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You be lucky if you got enough to tote you to the hole
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Cause them fair-weather friends get low when it's cold
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I got women in my yard, diggin for gold
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Mama said they was coming and [?]
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I made a lil money, people think I'm made of money
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Sometimes, I wish God would just take it from me
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So I can see who's around here cause because they love me
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And I could know who'd be down with me if I was bummy
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Who'd feed me if I was hungry, clothe me if I was naked
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And who'd kiss on my dick cause I made a few records
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Who'd be at the hospital when a tragedy happened
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Standin with family when they talking to the pastor
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[Chorus x2]
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Dadgummit
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Haystak |