| Ready or not… — It's time to go
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| Ready or not… — It's time to go
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| Ready or not… — It's time to go
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| Ready or not… — It's time to go
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| Uh…
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| This is my last day, this is my last era
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| Wifey sittin front row runnin her mascara
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| And I’m laid out STIFF like my last pair of
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| Starch jeans; | 
| it seems that all my past errors
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| Don’t even matter 'cause, I ain’t even mad at God
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| I just think the saddest part is I don’t wanna go
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| 'Cause who the hell knows for, whom the bell tolls
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| I was, chillin with muy peoples just, out on Melrose
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| With Blu and Evidence lampin in our shelltoes
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| Drainkin brew and tappin bitches on the el-bow
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| Then WHOA! | 
| — Another chapter closes well
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| When they start to toll, it’s just yo' time to bail, yeah
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| Some people live their life to die
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| Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high
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| Some people live their life to ride
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| Ride 'cause they riders, some people talk that jive
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| Some people live their life to lie
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| I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide
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| Some people wanna live blind and walk the road
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| Oh, no — for whom the bell tolls
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| Uh, bells and whistles, they shootin, could smell the pistols
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| They never EVER hit or miss — it’s the real official
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| Bullseye target, like New Jack Carter
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| The harder it gets, the more I find the market off sparkin the Flint
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| Part of me says, «Go back home»
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| The other half says, «Get that throne"(y'know?)
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| So I spit words, they read like palms
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| And turn directions from East to North (oh!)
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| We can’t stop nature takin it’s course
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| But I can report, so I stay with my hand on record
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| Lookin for the next future resort
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| To reside in a time where bell rings and people are dyin
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| I’ll just try to escape to this place in my mind
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| Some people live their life to die
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| Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high
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| Some people live their life to lie
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| I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide
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| Some people wanna live blind and walk the road
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| Oh, no — for whom the bell tolls
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| Aiyyo, ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| R.I.P. | 
| Jay Dee, DJ Dust — this was us
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| Ah, back when it was cool to bust, picture us
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| Eighty plus, surrounded by the crowd with’out a mic to clutch
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| Years passed and now and then I light it up
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| Reflect and get inspired by the fire that’s inside of us
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| Dealin with the yadda-yadda, by-the by-the business
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| Try to ditch ya like economy
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| (Why?) 'Cause John wasn’t about to be politick-in (maaaan)
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| It’s the middle of '08 and I still ain’t heard Obama speak
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| 'Bout problems that we face, I’m a tryna get this cheese
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| 'Cause you never know, who shall tolls the bell’s toll folk
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| Young folks are old folks, when it’s time to go, it’s time to go, folks
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| Stroke, croaks, cloats, and ghost
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| I hold hope, blow faith in your face then fade home like…
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| Some people live their life to die
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| Some people live to try, and fly, and fly sky high
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| Some people live their life to ride
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| Ride 'cause they riders, some people talk that jive
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| Some people live their life to lie
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| I live my life to open up my eyes real wide, wi-wide
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| Some people wanna live blind and walk the road
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| Oh, no — for whom the bell tolls
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| Some people wanna live blind and walk the ro-
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| Some people wanna live blind and walk the ro-
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| {SOME PEOPLE WANNA LIVE BLIND AND WALK THE ROAD
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| OH, NO — FOR WHOM THE BELL TOLLS}
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| E-v… Blu
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| Khyrsis on the beat…
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| Phonte, uh, for whom the bell tolls…
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| Uh… Hello, will…
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| Waddup, will?
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| Haha… Uh, for whom, the bell tolls…
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| They say when it’s your turn to go, it’s your turn to go
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| So we gon' turn to music up real loud
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| Think about all of our people… for whom the bell tolls
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| George Carlin… Norman Whitfield, Isaac Hayes… |