| Mama how you figure
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| I’m a nigga destined for pain
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| Ms. Peaches (You Ain’t never gonna change)
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| Up early in the mornin'
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| Runnin' out the crack house
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| The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out
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| (You feel me)
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| Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways
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| I’m searchin' for some better days
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| Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn’t home
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| Me, moms and the kids stuck at home
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| I said fuck that, I’mma get paid
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| I’mma get me a ticket to the streets
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| And work my way to a Key
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| Cause I’ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA’S
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| Make moves with Thugs
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| Make moves where niggas show me love
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| I’m from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin'
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| Listen to the lyrics boy
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| THE STREETS BE CALLIN'
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| Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up
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| But these days I be’s like I don’t give a fuck
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| We can all get buck, that’s my mentallity
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| I’ll bring you back to reality (Hey)
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| Keep it on the low-low
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| Pass me the dow-dow
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| Disrespect boy, that’s a no-no
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| I see through you
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| You use to be TRU to
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| TRU to you but never TRU to TRU
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| Keep it real, guard yo grill
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| I do em' like Mike Vick
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| I’m on some Bout It, Bout It shit
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| I got a rowdy, rowdy clique
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| I’m stuck in the game, deep in the game
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| Fuck Fame, I Ain’t Never Gone Change
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| Mama how you figure
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| I’m a nigga destined for pain
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| Ms. Peaches (You Ain’t never gonna change)
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| My future’s gettin' dem
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| My chances gettin' slim
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| I’m steady rappin'
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| And they (steady attackin')
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| Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window
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| I’m thikin' bout my kinfolk
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| I’m in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D. A
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| Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day
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| But the color of my skin, realy did me in
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| But I’m still proud
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| To be the black man standin' in the croud
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| I REPRESENT THAT, whom never resent that
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| You could put a needle in my arm
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| And life still goes on
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| I be’s a TRU nigga, til' I’m dead
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| Even with the police and they money on my head
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| I be duckin' from the FED’s
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| They be trippin' on my lady
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| Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head
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| Did you heard what I said?!
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| The game ain’t the same no more
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| Nigga’s done changed
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| Ya best friend a bust ya brains
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| Or they’ll take a stand
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| To lessin' they charge boy
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| If that’s ya fall partner
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| You gone fall partner
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| It’s coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain
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| I’m still in chains
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| And I STILL DIDN’T CHANGE
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| But they don’t here me though…
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| Mama how you figure
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| I’m a nigga destined for pain
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| Ms. Peaches (You Ain’t never gonna change)
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| Ms. Peaches
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| Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place
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| Cause he ain’t never, never gonnna chaaannge… |