| Okay, peoples, how do you do?
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| Better yet how you feel, let’s start with you
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| True, cause I’ve been waitin' to get at you
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| Perhaps you, got somethin' else on your brain besides the last two
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| Bills for real, there’s room to build
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| Construct a new plan get in tune with your skills
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| Cause
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| Lately I see niggas is screwed up
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| It’s the nail in your coffin when you can’t move up
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| Do what?
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| Lazy niggas done like the language
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| When you got nothin' to hustle why you fuckin' with them strangers?
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| Ain’t it — kinda wild, this kinda child
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| Who grew up and didn’t smile, still see life foul now
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| You feel like the world’s against you
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| Cause you don’t make dollars but you don’t make sense, duke
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| Think about it bring your logical point of view
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| When you bust them things, ain’t no way you’re not on the news
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| Your future…
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| «Must I feel there’ll be no future»
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| Okay, now that we spoke, how do we joke?
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| When still nothing move but the coke
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| Or crack, the weed, indeed, we all need something to flock to
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| Or need a new tune to rock to
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| I got you, put your headphones in Slot 2
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| This is just the options you’re rockin to
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| It ain’t gonna bother you
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| I know the rest is redundant
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| Some of your LPs stands for Long Punishment
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| Discoverin' new ways to work your body
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| Plus the mind is shakin' like I’m jerking the shotty
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| I be, probably, the only one that’s never grouchy
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| I show love when my peoples past by me
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| Yea, fam, what up wit the plan, you see
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| Two turntables and my mic in my hand, I mean
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| You can do what you want for the glory
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| Pop it in and say Buckshot bore me
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| But in the end you respect me morally
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| Cause I don’t do raps, just facts and stories
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| Listen |