| Yo, I grew up like the regular thug — sold drugs
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| Wasn’t proud about it, but this is what I gotta do I copped the Jordan’s, and the Fi-la's, too
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| Yo, I loved the Bo Jackson’s, the orange and blue
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| Used to snatch Lee patches, now I wear Cartier glasses
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| Thinkin that the earth’s axis,
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| revolves around my waist. |
| and how the fuck I feel
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| Yo I played ball for Vince, yo I handled the pill
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| Then it dawned on me, came strong on me
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| I belonged with these, niggaz thuggin with me So I switched crews, started rollin with the older dudes
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| Drinkin brews, did what they say, and paid dues
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| My hands dirty, trying to keep little Lea
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| And got jerked, the first time I tried to re-up
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| People my age, tried to say slow my speed up Cause I smoked bogies, staked on weed up Chorus: (Noreaga)
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| I love my life (Love my life, yo)
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| Sold drugs my life (Did it all in my time)
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| Its my whole life (Live it up)
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| I sacrificed (Sacrificed twice)
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| This game we play (Play for keeps)
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| I live and pray (Control the streets)
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| Hear her say (Yo, just live your life, baby, live your life, baby)
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| Ooo, yeah
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| These is the days of sparkin, I used to roll with Rob Profit
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| Troy Outlaw, Freddie Bedrock, and Joe Wood
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| Runnin in Timbo’s ???, shine shoes
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| Section Two, part of Iraq I grew up at Had to learn how to slapbox, instead of a gat
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| I never knew rap, all I knew was crack
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| Yo there’s rules to this game, and people to blame
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| When you see another little brother doing the same
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| As you used to Growing up like you
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| Palyin skully, with his heat out, cellular phone
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| Getting little drug money, but got the world sewn
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| I recall, cause he gonna die
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| Yo, I cry
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| It’s hard to, get tarred up with God jewel, part two
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| Smily got shot up to (Rest in peace)
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| Aiyyo, you realize that you miss a nigga (miss him)
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| When you realize (realize) that you never gonna see him again
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| Aiyyo, its totally, up to the team, to me So don’t, make a move if you don’t ask me
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| I’m, casually known, halfly blown
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| In Miami, cause now Uncle Wise came home
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| Jello, copped me a Role', copped them one, too
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| You keep it real with a person, keep it real with you
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| Use confidence, Thugged Out aimed for dominance
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| Nostradam’in this, he slits wrists just like? |
| Glomerus?
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| ??, Grenad', iced out for Tito
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| Puerto Rico, we live life now cause we know
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| The other side of the fence stay friendly
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| Its just war in there, done, there ain’t no Henny
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| I can’t live that, dj vu, I did that
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| I gained stats, rumblin cats over Kit Kats
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| Now I spit raps, park my Benz where the chicks at And just live with a big stack
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| Chorus (without Noreaga) *3X — third time acappella* |