(feat. The Game, Nas)
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[Tony Montana from Scarface: talking]
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All I have in this world is my balls and my word, and I don't break them for no one. You understand.
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[Chorus x2: The Game]
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Lord forgive me my sins, I know it's last minute
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Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
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Spread my wings, if only I could fly
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Why fight to live homie if we livin to die
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[Styles P:]
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I don't give a fuck what many men wish
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I from the D Block, clickin out semi auto shit
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P a hustler, I'm a a double levy, penny I get
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And that's words to my haze and my remy I sip
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And you can pray to God and play the yard
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I throw the laser on the 89 and spray your squad
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Nah, use to have hopes and dreams
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Now it's locs with coats with triple beams
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With machine guns fiends.
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[Chorus x2]
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[Nas:]
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Rock the world might be like colors and gangs
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Follow my side brothers would [? ] for different thangs
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But it all revovle around [? ] and shorties
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Suffer your bling [? ] for your chain, the same story
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From checoslovakia, the texas metropilis, the tretorous foxes, and the mexican mafia
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They scrappin with tats on their backs, valid wars
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Nuthin less then the lethal injection if ever caught
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Court rooms, eagles, and flags, american style
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While in our world, the ghetto stays incredibly foul
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Whatchin for pain chips, throwin no lead at your child
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But them gangstas pulloutin your child
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The berry be out, the chain be like 100k
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Shining since roxane shaunte made runaway
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That's been a minute, genisis is deep, my feature are that of a god
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Is not a [? ], it's a fact that these rappers wanna be Nas.
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[Chorus x2]
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Livin To Die (50 Cent Diss)
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Styles P |