| Forgive me for my sins, cause I’m not perfect
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| Just trying to get it like I live, but is it really worth it
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| Niggas done fell to my heater, never to rise up
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| Didn’t really wanna hurt nobody, please open your eyes up
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| Don’t need no more blood on my conscious
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| Cause even though I’m a soldier, I feel pain
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| Got a nigga paranoid around partnas, I feel strange
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| Watching my back, cocking my gat, strapped at all times
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| Punishing motherfuckers, just for crossing that line
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| My only company is loneliness, cause most of
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| These niggas be fake, and I can’t stand phoniness
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| Can’t even look me in my eye, before they burn me up
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| Two to the head, but it ain’t that simple y’all can’t turn me up dead
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| Best believe retaliation is a must, I’mma bust with fury
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| Look at me laugh at my competition, flashing my jewelry
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| Death ain’t around the corner no more, he up in my face
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| Its only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place
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| In case I don’t make it, I wanna tell my people I love em
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| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em
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| Just in case I don’t make it, I hope they keep on jamming my songs
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| A military minded motherfucker gone
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| In case I don’t make it, I wanna tell my people I love em
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| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and hug em
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| Just in case I don’t make it, don’t cry now, I’m still in your hearts
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| I hope I get to go to heaven, my Lord
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| In case I don’t make it, I want niggas to know I never gave up
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| Z-Ro Vs. |
| the World, and King of Da Ghetto is when I came up
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| People showing me love, people showing me hate
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| But I put the street with my business, and put mo' change in my safe
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| Special thanks to Eugene Brooks, it ain’t another realer
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| Save me from being a drug dealer, but still a guerilla
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| Death ain’t around the corner no more, he up in my face
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| Only natural to try to steal him, and put him back in his place
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| A young mexican brought up, in the wrong way of life
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| I had to do what I had to do, just to make it through the night
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| Hustling and robbing and killing, running the streets with no feelings
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| An aggravated motherfucker, that is ready as willing
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| So leave me alone, before I touch your dome
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| Or sending automatic 4−5's, to hit your home
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| Cause ain’t no playing with me, I’m a down ass G
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| Showing no pity, from that Mo City
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| I’ve been going insane lately
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| Rolling with my gun off safety
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| Thinking everybody’s out, to do me
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| Can’t even relax, Mac 11 by the jacuzzi
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| Gangstafied, ever since then showing me love
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| And it don’t matter where they at, nigga they gon hit you with the dub
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| But every night I pray to see, another fruitful day
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| Even though sometime I fall off track, tricking with Mary J
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| Can’t I get a piece of mind, everybody wanna attack me
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| In the beginning they was strays, but now they busting right at me
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| Get up out my ride homie, don’t wanna ride with me now
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| If we rolling and I’m beefing, you can die with me now
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| Niggas around me dropping like flies, it got a nigga scared
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| Bullet proof and a automatic, come with making blood shed
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| So just in case I don’t make it, tell my enemies fuck em
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| Wish I could jump up out my casket, and bust em |