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[Kokane]
Life is much mo` precious Than you`ll think Like a game`ll make yo chips sink It`s so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I`ll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I`m a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain`t too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends Ohhhhhhh [Goldie Loc] Now all I gotta do is keep my head up And walk a straight line when fake friends won`t mind But I`m kind-hearted And don`t like being stepped on If I wasn`t real, I wouldn`t be in this position Like that, dogg, I got a whole lot to say I`m by myself with my rhymes when we kick it all day Lil` Jay used to say I`d never be nobody But you know what I never do? Smoke it off like Gotti Five million dollar hits puttin in saxophones Tray Deee & Snoop, we sound good on this microphone I never threaten nobody to make it happen Let me show you how we eat a full meal off this rappin` But if I had a chance to give it back I`d give it to the ones who helped me do that Do that, straight from the heart Eastside till I die We ain`t no contract friends, we doggs for life [Tray Deee] It`s a trip how we Crip Suppose the enemies still With both sides ride causing plenty of tears Insane`s and 20`s both from the same city A bunch of down niggas and it ain`t that many Me, C, and the G can think back to the start Homies chillin`, getting high, shooting craps in the park And having a heart To get `em up if it was beef Head up like G`s, take it out in the street Hold ya own was the code that I growed to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain`t nothing that the set could erase You put me with the homie, Goldie, though we never had spoke A Insane with a 20, now we hell of a close And y`all kids, my kids, so we family now Cause I could never see you doing bad without And that`s real [Kokane] Life is much mo` precious Than you`ll think Like a game`ll make yo chips sink It`s so hard Hard to trust a smile and face When niggas got intentions already taking yo place Keep my head up and stand tall If I stumble, then I`ll fall Will you pick me up at all? Will you pick me up at all? I`m a keep it gangsta till my end Cause some people do pretend And ain`t too many of us that we can call friends That we can call friends... [fades out]
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