| I want it, uh huh uh huh, yeah
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| I need it, I got to have it
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| You know, all around the world
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| Not a stone left un-turned in the search for bliss
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| And retribution under the urban mist
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| You might swerve and miss your call in the midst
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| Of all this confusion, I’ve learned the risk
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| Involved with quick fixes
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| Crutches for cruxes
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| Supplements for justice and it just isn’t
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| Enough for us
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| Casse and point:
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| My little cousin Jason is facin' 10
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| 'Cause he cased the joint
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| Of his former place of employment: Burger King
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| But flipping patties got him ready to murder things
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| Listen to the words I sing
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| There’s still niggas on the turf that sling
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| Chemical substances
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| To the men and women who just can’t get enough of this
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| Now, Jack and Jill ran up the hill
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| Popped a pill, copped credit, and ran up the bill
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| A dealer got hot-headed and ran up with Glocks
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| Ready to set it and spread it like Chicken-Pox
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| Put the needle to the vein forget about the pain
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| Put a dollar to your nostril, blow a hole in your brain
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| I knew a cat named James, who’d never been on a plane
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| But he wanted to fly, so he tooted cocaine
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| Claimed to be a «True student» of the game
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| But it’s plain to see his juices starting to drain
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| Once again, it’s on on a Saturday
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| I’m ready to activate, sippin the 'yac, actin' straight
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| Ridiculous, stolen vehicle, us niggas just
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| Rollin' until we crashed and hit a bus
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| What’s relief? |
| I want it
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| What’s relief? |
| I need it
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| What’s relief? |
| I’ve got to have it
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| Let’s release or at least turn over a new leaf
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| Give me an aspirin whenever my head hurts
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| Give me Viagra when my dick won’t work
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| Give me a cigarette, when I’m stressed and after sex
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| And make the euphoria last past a second
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| An orgasmic blast is released when I ejaculate
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| Conception is not immaculate
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| They had to wait
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| For the next thing cause life is hectic
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| Pleasure and pain quite connected
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| Mass consumption
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| Of instant gratification, pass the medication
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| Ask for nothing, but «relief»
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| I need an inoculation, doctor
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| Even though I know your occupation is really indoctrination
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| «Take two of these»
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| It’ll put you at ease, but won’t heal the disease
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| Religion and television will give you a healthy dishin
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| Of being pigeonholed, it’s hot in Hell’s kitchen
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| Mel’s cooking the finest slop, in the diner
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| It’ll make your heart stop
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| But your taste buds find it appealing
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| Jump up touch the ceiling
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| Master the healing feeling
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| While I’m revealing the real thing
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| 'Stead of an antihistamine and a pistol
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| I got a pad and a pencil
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| Give me a remedy free, of any inhibiting things
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| Limitin' my Life and Liberty
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| What’s relief? |
| I want it
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| What’s relief? |
| I need it
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| What’s relief? |
| I’ve got to have it
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| Let’s release or at least turn over a new leaf
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| I think they need a hit
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| Send 'em a savior to extract the venom
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| Within 'em and maybe then
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| They would see the light
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| And get a grip on the key to life
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| You’ll never find freedom walking the street at night
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| In a bottle of wine, a syringe, or a pipe
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| Or up at the night club dressed in something tight
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| With just the right curves and dimensions
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| Muscles tight with fake curls and extensions
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| Or «muscle-bound» with his hustle down
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| Packed and scrilla stacked but he just a clown
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| You’ll never get it from the money
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| Or get it from the drugs
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| You’ll only get it from living your live
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| Giving your love
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| Transcended and splendid
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| But dance with the devil and your
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| Bound to find a fast ending
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| Comatose from an overdose of the corrosive potion
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| They float to us coast to coast
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| What’s relief? |
| I want it
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| What’s relief? |
| I need it
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| What’s relief? |
| I’ve got to have it
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| Let’s release or at least turn over a new leaf
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| Breathe in, breathe out (release)
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| Breathe in, breathe out (release) |