| 1995, I saw my first friend
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| Get buried in the ground; |
| we was traumatized
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| We was just smokin' out up at Timmy’s crib
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| Now we at his funeral and his momma cry
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| I got two years and then Charles died
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| Both of 'em gone from a homicide
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| All of sudden murder wasn’t so uncommon
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| The innocence that we had was gone inside
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| Before we quit high school, selling drugs was cool
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| Now all of sudden hittin' licks for the drugs was in
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| My close homeboys from the robbin' crew
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| Put me in the middle stickin' up my friends
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| No wonder why nobody didn’t trust me when
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| The door busted in, they tied up and gagged
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| And the guy with the gun that’s behind a mask
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| Is some dude you used to sit behind in class
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| Let’s ask hoodie guy a bunch of time he had
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| To sit down, found guilty, his youth was stripped
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| He called me collect when we ususally spit
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| A bunch of dope ass rap, cause the music shit’s
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| The only future that boosted our optimism
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| But the time was ticking as we lose our grip
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| Years of boozin', and usin', abusin' drugs’ll
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| Prove you on how we used to live in this…
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| The street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s pulling you below
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| Caught up in this street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s never lettin' go
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| Back in the day she was kinda fine
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| But drugs took a toll on her pretty face
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| That along with hard times combined
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| These days you’ll find her website online
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| She quit stripping and now she gettin' paid to escort
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| It’s fucked up she was the girl from next door
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| Now you can see her ad right next to sex toys
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| And all you gotta do is hit the local sex store
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| It made a lot of people lose respect for her
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| But check yourself cause only God can judge her
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| She blamed her family her step-father touched her
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| She tried to tell her mom but her mom’s to drunk to
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| Really give a fuck and the thought disgusts her
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| She sat back and watched her daughter suffer
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| So her trust in love and life lost it’s luster
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| Anyway I hope you rocked a rubber
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| If you fucked her though
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| Cause shit gets thick like the fur on the neck of a buffalo
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| When you piss and your dickhead hurts
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| But you gotta let it burn like an Usher song
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| And try to play it off like nothing’s wrong
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| I know it won’t be long
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| I see my homie Scoob and said he said «What ya know?»
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| He said that you gotta reap what you sow
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| So many people try to swim against the undertow in this…
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| The street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s pulling you below
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| Caught up in this street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s never lettin' go
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| We was young and dumb and full of bad ideas (bad ideas)
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| So for the past five years (past five years)
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| I be looking back like, «Shit! |
| How the fuck I make it?»
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| I’m just glad I did (glad I did)
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| Slick called me up and told me, «Black got killed,»
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| I was like, «For real dawg?"in disbelief
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| Somebody shot him up a couple years back, he lived
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| Now he’s gone for good I pray he rest in peace
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| It’s terrible knowin' that you will never see
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| Your friend’s face again
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| I guess that’s why protection is a necessity
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| You can expect to see your life expectancy be that long
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| When you let the streets become your second home
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| They ain’t have a choice; |
| accept your role
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| Hoping that they get to see the next episode
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| Someone’ll shoot you in the head and won’t sweat it
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| They cold-blooded never lose a wink of sleep
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| And the cops don’t care neither it’s squat to them
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| Your dead body’s just another crime scene to sweep
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| And I ain’t never been a gangsta but thanks to Gwinnett
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| Growing up I done seen some things
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| I just hope that the friends that I named in this song
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| Are watching over with their angel wings while we livin' this…
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| Street life!
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| The street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s pulling you below
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| Caught up in this street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s never lettin' go
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| Caught up in this street life, those street lights
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| Don’t seem bright no more
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| The devil’s got a hold of ya soul
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| And he’s never lettin' go |