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{Tommy Gibbs}
Like the seasons change, we go thru things It`s thug love, there`s no type of love without pain Few who trust, cats that you know gon` bust We was fine till the streets studio gon nuts We hemned up, livin the hand delt Hold port, trying not to get caught and pinned up Live the same life, same drama, same trife I be that same nigga, same trigga, same knife We been thru it, shit, we used to it Real shit, lot of my niggas, ain`t lived thru it Stare downs, throw downs and spent round Bent, don`t remember how it quite went down You see, once upon a time I ain`t had no kill I was into deep, ain`t have no fear On the grind, remember that beef, that time Remember that bitch, son, rember that nine Chorus 2X: Smoke I said I came up in this game Struggled just to maintain And I`m glad I`m hear, whom should I fear Here`s what you said... {Tommy Gibbs} It`s a flipside to every coin Every nigga gotta choice to make, which path he take It`s a rough ride, cuz it`s real on every side Folks lose they lives, suggest you choose wise Can a grew rigid nigga from public school Caught beef, fucked bitches together, act a fool As time goes on, he drift away Can`t move with a nigga, ain`t goin your way Now that`s logic, middle of `Merica, to the Projects Birds of a feather always fly together I`m trying to figure, how many more caps to peel `Fore ya bitches realize it`s real Go ahead and laugh, I think you straight from ya past You better find your road, `fore they lock and load Cuz you die, after shots explode Just never dawned on you, how we never fuck with you Chorus 2X Here`s what you said... {Tommy Gibbs} I stay conscious of men, who scream eaze but bring it the end We can take to the fist, fist lead to the semi Spit real life shit, make ya life shit Reminisce on this steel ya earth just strike with Niggas that bust gats, niggas that car jack Any nigga livin trying to change were he at I can die in this game on the grind slingin crack Or die in this game gettin paid spittin raps Cuz you need muscle, shit a straight hustle Niggas in the streets see you bling, they wanna touch you Respect that? no nigga expect that Ain`t shit to you to cap, niggas wanna get at So I thug it out, this game turn it out Same shit I hate, same shit I love about It`s a real thin line between death and life Ain`t no rules in this game, ain`t no wrongs and rights Chorus to fade...
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