Tonart: C minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Save the theatrics for the mattress.
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Nine bring it raw dog style
with no practice.
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I mack this microphone like
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a hoe on the stroll.
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In total control of the soul.
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Any asshole can pull a gun the
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streets are full of fools
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I met smarter young er brothers
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in jails than in schools.
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Runnin his story about his glory,
it bore me.
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And his territory,
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it don't do nothin for me.
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So fuck him and the horse that
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he's ridin
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I'm barely survivin, losin my breath
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Cause I'm drownin in sorrow.
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I seen a lot of pain with these two
eyes of mine.
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That's why I write the rhymes
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that borderline on crime.
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I gotta make somethin or
I gotta take somethin.
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Can't beat that...
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Rolex, I can't eat that.
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I need that green it seems
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to reign supreme.
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By any means,
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pens and papers on triple beams.
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None taste worse that a plan
gone sour
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Your power slippin through your finger
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s like dimes and nickels.
We go pistols
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you know where to shoot at,
wherever the loot at.
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I don't break the law the law
breaks me.
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I ain't sittin around waitin for the devil
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to come and take me.
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Don't shoot until you see
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the whites of they eyes
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Anything less would be
Chorus (x2)
Verse 2
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You know... in a world full
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Some men die for a piece of the pie
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So I strive to survive and keep
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my eyes on the prize
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(So I try to stay hi stayin
high of the lie (2))
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Anything else is uncivilized
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(It's keepin me from actin
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uncivilized (2))
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I break the rules on my quest for the 12 jewels
Verse 3
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Believe in Delf' bring stacks
and green packs
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Need hats for Jacks, camoflauge
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At least 2 gatts for when
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Any day above ground is a good day,
I'd say
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The way kids play nowadays,
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They spray round my way
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I'm feelin like Ja Day and I'm
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runnin outta sad songs
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You fake, one mis take
could leave you dead wrong
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Roll with the king, whoever that is
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See him in the corner of my eye
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But he disappears like cigarette smoke
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In a cloud, then the rain comes,
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then the pain comes
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graffitti marks the slums
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The chosen ones communicate
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The new tactics set me
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free from all the dramatics.
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Keep it in my attic,
that's where my brains at
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Keep it in the closet,
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yeah but keep it black
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Back up from the ropes if you can
't float between notes
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Ane memorize them quotes that I
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toke from Buddha smoke
Hope ya brought your dic
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tionary with ya
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Cause if you get the words,
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then you get the picture
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I hit ya because I love ya
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You're my people and I put
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no one above ya
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But if you're foul I bust ya
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It's time to be totally dis
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respectful to Saint Ives
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Part of the reason we're all
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uncivilized.
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Chorus (x2)
Outro 1
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