| So much struggle and pain, I’m stuck in the game
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| Can somebody, help me please
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| I’m so sick of motherfuckers, steady capping up in my face
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| Cause they got, a little cheese
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| I’ma be on my way, to pay one of these days
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| Ready to bust, one of these A to the K’s
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| Can’t even count, how many blunts I blaze
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| Wetter than Surfside, riding on a wave
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| Can’t nobody talk about pain like me, and that’s about a god damn shame
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| Nigga been pen pimpin ever since '91, and I’m still in pursuit of my change
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| I done been through a group, and a solo tape
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| Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes
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| Can’t sell you no crack, but I’ll sell you a track
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| And then a nigga, headed to another photo tape
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| Trying to walk, on the straight and narrow
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| But the straight and narrow, just to gets so thin
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| Gotta fall off sometimes, but he know I’m trying
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| Not trying to sin, trying to earn the dividends
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| Wonder why a nigga like me, bleed the fair
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| Ever heard about rent, gotta pay that there
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| Everybody everywhere I go, need somewhere
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| So we living our life, like we don’t care
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| When I’m posted up, I sting like a wasp
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| Z-Ro paid the cost, to be the boss
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| Me and my niggas, use to be thicker than sauce
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| Now, they don’t even come to the house
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| I’m drowning in pain feeling the pain, and I really do miss my kin
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| But a motherfucker like me, gotta feed my family
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| One deep, I bring the bread in
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| I think you better let it go, just to let you know haters
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| We been down too long, y’all can’t hold us down no mo'
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| This Ms. Slim Chance, I’m go off in the crowd and I make 'em dance
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| Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand
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| How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands
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| They say I’m ready, cause I wreck the flow
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| Say they got pathetic, won’t let it go
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| All about the money, gotta get it and go
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| And if you ain’t spending money, then you out the do'
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| No time for the games, try stay on my toes
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| So if you asking that bullshit, better let it go
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| Trying to get me a mill ticket, fuck getting sold
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| Spitting the flow hitting the optimo, and I think you better let it go
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| You better let it go, before you get rushed in the game
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| Why everybody, wanna be yelling my name
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| Don’t they know my stress, will make a nigga do thangs
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| All the time, cause I be living thoed in the game
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| 24/7, I be wrecking the microphone
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| And leaving everybody stuck, cause I’m wrecking on every song
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| And tell them hating ass cats, who wanna hate me
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| I’m fin to bust on sight, when cocked with a beam
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| It’s a dirty game, but I gotta mash for mine
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| Ain’t no more waiting, I’m fin to take what’s mine
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| I’m a Guerilla Maab nigga, in the midst of plex
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| Knocking niggas on rest, to collect my checks
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| Now what a wonderful world, we living in
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| The way of life, got a nigga living in sin
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| All that I wanted, was to make dividends
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| Maybe get my T. a new house, with a Benz to get in
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| And my kin folks, a platinum plaque
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| We done dominated rap, and y’all know that
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| And if you didn’t know that, you better let it go
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| We been down too long, and I’m letting y’all know
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| You growing balls, steady trying to stand tall
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| Never do nothing, but crawl
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| Better get up off your knees, and develop some N-U-T's
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| Wannabe’s, and the wanna-be-me's
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| I really been stilling, my status
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| There’s never ever, gonna be another me
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| Gonna take, too much practice
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| I got too many motherfucking songs, up under the mattress
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| Situation at hand, these motherfuckers
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| Wanna talk down on me, cause I shine
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| Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going
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| So I read the root, when I grind
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| Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card
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| Another one’s, talking down
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| Thinking they deserve the credit, they big headed like Frankenstein
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| But sound like, Z-Ro when they rhyme
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| One deep individual, up under God
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| Keep faith, in you Jesus Lord
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| But I really wanna know, will it ever get around to the good part
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| I’m so sick of the struggling, I wanna be bubbling
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| But they setting up, road blocks
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| Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked
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| And all enemies, must be dropped
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| Fuck it I said it first, and I’mma say it again
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| I’m in it to win, I’m never gon rest
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| My 16's be like a quest, better sit back and prepare for my address
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| Collaborated, by the Southside V-E-T
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| Singing off always, R-I-D-G
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| E-M-O-N-T, and a nigga gon stay one deep |