I guess you must to say, they won’t listen to me
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I guess you must to say, they won't listen to me
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said is to die in this chair where they gonna cook me
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where did I go on this road to start it
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they got me payin for what didn't got it
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hard my heart it's no longer thrubin
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I'm racin to a place where I embrace my cuffin
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I'm in, man whatever you callin
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to guards in the cherry it's screw to penny list
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for now my try to turn in the streets
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they say rehabilitation don't apply to me
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is it I'm black is it my color I'm in prison
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'cause my picnic got me sitting to destruction
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since my day is an infant
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Hook:
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Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon
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so hard in the streets but we ain't fallin
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screw to y'all I'ma eat blood we ain't stoppin
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left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain't talking
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Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon
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ain't got a jump shot me and Jordan
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he ain't go to..blood we ain't harve it
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I talk for the streets solo ones and..
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Brrr brr smoke ball cry, blood the rhythm of the streets since the sin of the east
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they say I'm wrong 'cause I'm on
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but nobody say nothing bout duffing the on
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they never say nothing bout ..
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free seat murder and the wallins
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little busters thinking they gonna come up
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bout catching the chargement
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and when the jer won't make you a star
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and when the jail gonna make you like ..
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tear it to the ..glass behind the beat ball
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ain't no business, ain't no women blood ain't no three wishes
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is a big standing over probably told you why you whistle
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Listen I give it all just to be on the town with my moms
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this this hell for me, this is hell for me
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mama pray for me
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Hook:
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Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon
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so hard in the streets but we ain't fallin
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screw to y'all I'ma eat blood we ain't stoppin
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left the bottles in the sheets blood we ain't talking
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Hell Lord, dear Lord we did the let me get a pardon
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ain't got a jump shot me and Jordan
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he ain't go to..blood we ain't harve it
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I talk for the streets solo ones and..
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Caution, baby the..kings as they lobs and now trade marchin
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for those that don't know this is die mood talking
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lot of bad but to fight for the black is McCalin
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like..started before you was mallin,
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I'ma be guarded against the garden list
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bang on them bigs that's a pressing as
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they afraid 'cause the way is in my DNA
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Look into my eyes you can see God face
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ain't no case that could change but it's in my DNA man
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screw to bad boys in the..police
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God bless IG no G supreme,
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if now for curtains Jackson now it all be free
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but the crip made the deal with the feds and square
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Michael and Gabriel help me,
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what they gonna tell me, he?
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[Hook:]
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Fred Hampton
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Shyne |