[Intro: Styles P]
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There we go, that's why, there we go
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Close that door
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Always need ya niggas, I needed my nigga
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Yeah...
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[Verse 1: Styles P]
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I told you that I'm lyrically fine tuned
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Pay atttention, to the ghetto prince in case that I die soon
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I'm waitin' for a war to come, yeah I'm I'll natured
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But still see the lord in my son
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They say the shits mysterious
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I be bustin your lung,
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Give me a gun the kid get serious
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All I want is some peace and quite, all I need is a little silence, I can't get it though, still smokin weed n wildin, niggas show loyalty, bitches know I'm a gangsta, shit is for real they all wanna spoil me
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If I ain't rollin up, then I'm loadin up,
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Point out a block, s.p will sow it up
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Don't ask where my niggas at,
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Know where my niggas at,
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I live long enough I'm blow with my niggas, black, can't stand to see my people grope,
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We hold guns and move lethal coke,
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I'm an animal nigga, I'm a smoke, drink and eat with you. play the streets with you,
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Point 'em, I'm a hammer the nigga,
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And these niggas talkin nonsense,
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I'm on some don shit,
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I'll rip you up on some real ex con shit,
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I'm in the parking lot on Nepperhan in Yonkers,
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To the top nigga,
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Til they put me on the motherfuckin dirt,
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I ain't never gunna stop nigga
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[Chorus: x2]
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God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
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Life so strange time keep tickin
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But life don't change, am I in the right game?
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[Verse 2: Styles P]
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I'm in a room with a thousand people still feel alone
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But I can walk through a graveyard and feel right at home, I know this shit sound weird, just something I spit for ya ear
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But heres my position, a lot niggas listen but they just can't hear,
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So I'm puff a blunt why you in the front, I'm in the rear
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Can I drop a little science
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If david killed golith then whose the real giant, y'all niggas dying, if ya'll niggas lyrists, you can under stand that P is in the grind and my mind is a piramige,
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Don't ask for acceptable, verbally I murder you, my 24 bars is like a blast from a weapon,
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Funny that I'm laid back, wild on the other hand, kidnap and body you style on your other man, don't care about you rough past,
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Or if you bust ass,
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All I know is I'm gunna send shots though your mustache,
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Holiday here, mark down the calender,
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Brain of a champion, heart of a challenger,
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Come through the block with the big 40 caliber, liquor and some weed, and a sword like eXcalibre everybody get it,
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Go through the block tell niggas that I'm flippin, like everybody with it,
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Screw y'all niggas 2 in the head one in the chest, fuck y'all I never knew y'all niggas, what
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[Chorus: x2]
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God please forgive me, cause I know I'm a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
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Life so strange time keep tickin
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But life don't change, am I in the right game?
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Am I In The Right Game
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Styles P |