| Woah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin'
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| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin'
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| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin'
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| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sinin'?»
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| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?»
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| My n**** say he don’t know who told
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| All said was «The streets ain’t the same no more»
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| My other n****, he went up the road
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| Ain’t no tellin' what he thinkin' when them gates start closin'
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| The n**** started foldin', your soul on focus
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| And them bitches start rollin', ayy
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| Your momma need a shoulder
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| Your son need some school clothes and he need some folders
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| It’s so hard being famous, when you was nameless
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| The judge don’t really know ya, grab a poster, he paint ya
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| Thank you lawyer, you so, you told 'em «Fuck 'em,» not «Thank you»
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| That just how real it get
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| No one can fix that, no one can give it back
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| You gotta live there, it’s no more real there
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| It’s five n****s in your cell, you gotta shit there
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| You layin' down, thinkin' 'bout your dead homies, tears shed to your ears
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| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin'
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| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin'
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| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin'
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| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sining?»
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| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?»
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| My gangstas throwin' fours
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| 'Fore we was street famous, ain’t nobody broke the code
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| 'Member we was all smiles when we got our first load
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| Now you dead and it’s heavy on my soul, free the guys, main
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| Judge lookin' at me full of hate, I just smile, main
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| Cryin' up inside 'cause I’m finna leave my child, main
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| FN on me, can’t let 'em down
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| Money ain’t changed me, it just changed the people 'round me, facts
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| Get your 'spect times four, had to bleed that n****
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| Shed a tear for Corey Miller, I ain’t wanna leave that n**** © He rap, she rap, we rap, but my shit different
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| I put a n**** up in tears (Boosie shit hit different)
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| They killed Live and they killed the whole cause (3 dead)
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| Guess when ya famous, n****s shootin' for your heart (Shit, yeah)
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| After the funeral, his lil' brother killed hisself
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| Now you see, that’s it’s different when a gangsta n**** cryin'
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| He cry, she cry, they cry, but it’s different when a gangsta cryin'
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| He rich, she rich, they rich, but it’s different when a gangsta shinin'
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| He shoot, they shoot, he shoot, but it’s different when a gangsta fyin'
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| I asked God, «Was it different when a real n**** prayin'?» |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| I asked the mic, «Was it different when a real n**** sining?»
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| Yeah, I asked the world, «Was it different when a street n**** famous?»
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| (Al Geno on the track) |