[Chorus: Pimp C singing]
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Lord it's so hard, living this life
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A constant struggle each and every day
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Some wonder why, I'd rather die
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Than to continue living this wayyy
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[Pimp C:]
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Ughhhh, I don't wanna do this no mo' (no mo')
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But dis the only thang that I know
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I keep a pistol in my back, and a gauge on the flo' (flo')
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The laws and the d-boys wanna kick in my do' (do')
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I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate
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But I, got Ph.D from Pimp State
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And I, got a Master's Degree in movin weight
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And my, people dependin on me but they gon' be straight
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UHH - I wanna go to service
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But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous (nervous)
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Cause they be lookin at me funny
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Watchin the plate when I tithe, put in my money (money)
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I don't wanna go back to that hell
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Rather be dead than doin life in a jail cell
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Die young oh well (well) I had a good life (life)
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They rappin 'bout it but I'm out here payin the price
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn and
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I give myself a - stretch up, a morning yawn and
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See I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game
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Move one step at a time, long as the Lord bless me (f'real)
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I know the rest aim high, I'm tryin to aim it higher (higher)
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Watchin the lames aspire (aspire) to street success mayne (mayne)
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They tryin to blame the fire (fire) but that's like wettin water (water)
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You either burnt or washed out, so get in order (order)
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Everyday it's gettin harder to fuck with the flow
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I'm tryin to keep, all of my motherfuckin ducks in a row (row)
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I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat
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If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat
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Shit a dollar outta fifteen cents, I got a dime
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Tryin to hustle up my way to a million, I gotta grind (gotta grind)
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Walkin the line like cash, I'm on my mash
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Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash
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[Chorus]
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[Bun B:]
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Lord I'm sittin here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut
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Askin you to watch over me, no matter what
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Even though I ain't too well behaved, I'm still a child of you
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And faith in my Holy Father is all that keep me smilin through
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The bad times and worse times, through it all
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When my head is hangin low, you help me to stand tall
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The only way I'm a ball, the only way I'm a shine
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Is if you lookin after me while I'm out here on the grind
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[Pimp C:]
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UNGGHH! I know you bless the child that go get it
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I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city
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So I talk the language of the ave
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Forgive my dirty mouth please, I'm whippin slabs
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Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs
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Balance on my life on the fo' beam
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And I need codeine just to say sane
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I'm steady prayin to you but I don't know your real name
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Knahmtalkinbout!
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But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place
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Your prayers gon' get heard anyway
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So some say Jah Jah, some say Allah
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Some say Jesus, some say... Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout
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Ay man I just look like this man, knahmtalkinbout
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I ain't get this far bein no square man
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You wanna hide some'n from black folks, they say you can put it in a book
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I don't believe that
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Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books
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I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on mayne
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But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout
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The Forty-Eight Laws of Power, knahmsayin the art of war
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The secret societies of America, knahmtalkinbout
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Everythang ain't what it look like man
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And don't judge every book by it's cover... ya dig!
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Hold up
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Living This Life
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UGK |