| «Cause the feeling, is gone!!»
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| «And I must, get it back»
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| Trust me, nothing prepares us
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| They never say gettin money slows your prayers up
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| We already in Hell! | 
| Nothin can scare us
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| We already fly high nothin can air us
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| Came from the underground so I stay grounded, astounded
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| By all the bullshit that I founded
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| A wise man can lose you soon as he gain jewels
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| Life get real and you think the pain’s cool
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| You different, you makin a change, you let your man tell it
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| Blowin chronic, am I demonic or angelic?
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| No vanilla Dutch, fuck it, get a panetela
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| Roll a one sheet, think about my rap sheet
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| Sellin crack will have you runnin like a track meet
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| Watchin your back on every other back street
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| I started so young, why you think I’m so numb
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| You can’t feel shit and only like real shit
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| «You can act stupid if you wanna»
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| «Like you don’t know what block I’m front of»
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| «D-Block layin 'em down»
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| «And I ain’t never plannin to stop, I’m plannin to rock»
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| «You know my name, you heard my raps»
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| «You know my name, ain’t nuttin changed»
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| «S.P. | 
| and I done been through it all»
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| «From here on I spit it in rare form»
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| The moon stay quiet but the sun spoke
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| Still can’t blow away the pain with the blunt smoke
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| Tryin to give my daughter and my son hope
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| The shit get rough, when you breathin in the gun smoke
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| Do it all for a pile of the cash, funny
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| But I really only smile when I laugh (that's all)
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| You can say the pain run deep and I wonder
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| Do the insane or the sane ones speak?
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| And I feel like the devil got chains on me
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| I’m inside but I still feel the rain on me
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| (It's raining) like it’s comin through the window or the windshield
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| Life full of sins’ll have you spinnin like a windmill
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| Contract with God is signed and it been sealed
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| See you at the crossroads if everything has been real
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| I can feel what you can’t
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| And the shit is vice versa so feel what you can’t
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| «You can act stupid if you wanna»
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| «Like you don’t know what block I’m front of»
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| «D-Block layin 'em down»
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| «And I ain’t never plannin to stop, I’m plannin to rock»
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| «You know my name, you heard my raps»
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| «You know my name, ain’t nuttin changed»
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| «S.P. | 
| and I done been through it all»
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| «From here on I spit it in rare form»
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| I told you it is what it is
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| Can’t choose how to die but I can choose how to live (true)
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| Thought about it just sittin where I live
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| Just another ghetto nigga with a million dollar crib
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| No hope, then I dropped the E and got hoppin
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| Got hip, just so I could get a little guap' (you get it?)
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| Before that, I used to move rock
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| With a 4 to 10 job after school workin stock (word)
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| Then I said «Fuck pickin up a box»
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| So I sold more drugs, started stickin mo' spots
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| That’s why I thank God for this rap shit
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| Niggas be frontin cause we used to livin backwards
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| «You can act stupid if you wanna»
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| «Like you don’t know what block I’m front of»
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| «D-Block layin 'em down»
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| «And I ain’t never plannin to stop, I’m plannin to rock»
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| «You know my name, you heard my raps»
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| «You know my name, ain’t nuttin changed»
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| «S.P. | 
| and I done been through it all»
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| «From here on I spit it in rare form» |