| RBE X SOB that’s the gang
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| Beat Boy taught me
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin' 'til the day I die
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| 'Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when the mama’s cry
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| The morning of the homicide
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| They still won’t give a fuck about us
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| And then they wonder why, why so many niggas die
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| Ain’t no hope, it ain’t no jobs, just more statistics on the rise
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| And then they wonder why, why so many niggas die
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| Just more murders, more revenge, just more victims on the rise
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| You can look me in my eyes, the boy ain’t never lied
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| Lord ain’t never led me wrong, but the devil is a lie
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| And the devil told the truth, but to the cops I told a lie
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| When it’s just you, yourself and you, and me, myself and I
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| I know I’ma do my shit it ain’t no question 'bout it
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| When you grow up that’s all you know, it ain’t no questions 'bout it
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| And then I went around the world, it made me wonder why
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| Why the grass a lot more greener on the other side?
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| But I ain’t trippin', if it’s pressure then it’s on
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| I know some niggas who ain’t never made it home
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| They don’t care whether we live, or if we don’t
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| That’s why I gotta tote this plastic and this chrome
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin' 'til the day I die
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| 'Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when the mama’s cry
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| The morning of the homicide
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| They still won’t give a fuck about us
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin' 'til the day I die
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| 'Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when the mama’s cry
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| The morning of the homicide
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| They still won’t give a fuck about us
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| I’m thuggin' 'til I die
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| I’m clutchin' when I ride
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| And you be loose lip, and I ain’t fuckin' wit' yo' kind
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| Keep my distance from the pigs, they just wanna give me time
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| Little shit matter the most, so pay attention to the signs
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| They be tryna spread the peace, ain’t no hope in that
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| When you in that field by yourself, ain’t no coachin' that
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| Got problems wit' my brother, deal wit' me, now we both in that
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| Keep this Glock on me for my safety it’s a pole in that
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| Feds lookin' for me? |
| Yeah, but I’m already knowin' that
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| They tell us that we equal, that’s a lie, they ain’t showin' that
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| Treat us like we dogs, tryna act like we don’t notice that
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| Livin' up in hell, it’s so hard to gain my focus back
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| Don’t give a fuck about us, so I’m slidin' 'til my folks is back
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| Feds can’t keep a tab up on me nigga, got 'em overlap
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| And I know some killers want me dead, so I’m over strapped
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| Yeah I know the world’ll never change, I got over that
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| Bitch
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin' 'til the day I die
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| 'Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when the mama’s cry
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| The morning of the homicide
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| They still won’t give a fuck about us
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| And if I choose to ride
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| Thuggin' 'til the day I die
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| 'Cause they don’t give a fuck about us
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| And when the mama’s cry
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| The morning of the homicide
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| They still won’t give a fuck about us |