| Ten-Four Charlie I think we got a problem
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| That boy right there gone put an APB out on him
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he outta there
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| You seen him, he gone
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| Saint Louis my city dog, west side, was the block
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| While you was in the crib playing with Legos
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| I was out there trying to get blocks
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| Momma gone, daddy gone, just me and my hood, dawg
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| SuWooping, beaned up, like I’m bout to go play baseball
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| Before you ever heard about Jeezy boy I was already on some Trap or Die
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| Was a goon, 'fore it was cool, You can still see the pain in my eyes
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| What you know about sitting in a jail cell, felonies, murder case
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| Best friend, rolled on me, take the stand, turned state
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| I am a felon, I tell no lie
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| Hand on the Bible, hand to the sky
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| I wanna live, I ain’t wanna die
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| When they rolled upon me and let them bullets fly
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| That could have been the end, dawg
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| One way, Hell’s gates
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| But the Lord stepped in, chose to show grace
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| Could have been laid in the box, dawg
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| 6 of my homeboys carry me
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| But I’m alive and the old me gone
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| Cause everyday dawg I bury me
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| Ten-Four Charlie I think we got a problem
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| That boy right there gone put an APB out on him
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he outta there
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| You seen him, he gone
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| Ten-Four Charlie I think we got a problem
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| That boy right there gone put an APB out on him
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he outta there
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| You seen him, he gone
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| Ok, hydroponic lungs, top shelf liver
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| Limb a lil' tender, I can chop down timber
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| I was no pretender, certified offender, never know surrender
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| My amnesia’s circumstantial, though some things I can’t remember
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| Those who knew me be like «who he?», they tripping off the new me
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| They like «Man, where the old 'Crae? |
| You crazy, you can’t fool me
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| I would party so hard that the law was tryna find me
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| I pray to God they ain’t find me But then I hear the
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| Look up in the rear view and they’re right behind me
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| Roll down my window- «Boy what’s your name?
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| Cause you was doing 85 in the passing lane with no traffic, man»
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| Then I gave them my ID, and guess what they say
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| «This boy here crazy, naw that’s just Crae»
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| Man I was psycho, wild as the hundreds
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| I do like the Chi, doing whatever I wanted
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| Until I was confronted, heard about Jesus and I changed
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| They like «man what you do? |
| Something 'bout you just ain’t the same»
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| I was dead. |
| The old me was nothing but a sucker
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| Sucked the life out of my mother, just to get the stuff I wanted
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| Now I’m milk carton status and «different» can’t explain it
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| Put the APB out on me, if they find me that’s amazing
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| Ten-Four Charlie I think we got a problem
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| That boy right there gone put an APB out on him
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he outta there
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| You seen him, he gone
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| Ten-Four Charlie I think we got a problem
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| That boy right there gone put an APB out on him
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he gone
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| You seen him, he outta there
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| You seen him, he gone |