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My life…

I remember the day when I turned twelve
my birthday present being a gauge twelve!
I already had couple of nine millies in it
feelin hopeliss asked moms what the life meaning is?
of course I got no real answer, just to keep lookin
and I do that in my lyrics while the beat´s cookin
but I´m alot older now, I have learned
this aint easy place to live in, easy to git burned
walkin down tha streets in wrong coloured clothes
nine milly, three-five-seven, twelve! u git all of those
then whachou git, a complete silence
I´m growin used to it, but I´m still sick of this violence
Why did I have to choose tha ichy shit
Why couldn´t I have been born filthy rich
Why haven´t I evah played on a play-station!
on times like these I want to join Pac in Thug Mansion!
But I remember the few things worth living for
number one, hiphop fresh lyrics new metaphors
number two, prolly even worth more to me
my family the only thing besides guns that´s close to me!
number three, more a duty than a reason
my gang, I dont wanna posion mah family´s name wif treason
these facts all thats for now until I´m back
and until then, peace out and respect to Biggie ´n Pac!

viðlag (sungið einzog Nate Dogg aiiiight?)

livin in tha guttah were its hard to survive
gotta go foh everything you want for yo life
as soon as possible, cuz oppurtunitys slip
so if ya rappah, grab that mic now ´n spit
cuz can u be sure you git anothah chance?
the only thing you know for sure your lifes gonna end
so grab tha chance, grab it when you can
and do your best, this might be your last!

Tired of all this bullshit goin down
gettin yelled at by yo boss a fuckin clown
I have always had to take care of mah family
and it hasn´t always gone thru compelety happily
but we´ve come thru, but I get tired of this Bee
if my family cant … who will take care of me?
the thugz will not always miss, what if I git hit
by a bullet, paralysed or dead? fuck this shit!
my thugz wont always be there for me, perhapz I´m alone
outnumbered met by criminals wantin for a standoff?
I´ve done things that cant be called legal
I´ve killed people, but I look at them as equal
my brothaz ´n sistaz I dont see their gang-signs
I just hear tha mothaz cry to the beat of a flat-line
And what will happen when my sins catch me at last man
drawn away from my family by blue-suits, arrested!
I´m full of responsibilitys, where are my priviliges
I want my oppurtinitys i´m tired of “lying bitchies!”

I am a man of god close contact with the spiriutal
metaphysical I feel it lyrical its the illest ya´ll
I´ve been in troubles and struggles, seven days a week
thirty days a month, twelve months a year, forever to me!
and like commanded! I always try do my best …
but dear lord I´m tired, past the sixth day when´s my rest?

viðlag (sungið einzog Nate Dogg aiiiight?)

livin in tha guttah were its hard to survive
gotta go foh everything you want for yo life
as soon as possible, cuz oppurtunitys slip
so if ya rappah, grab that mic now ´n spit
cuz can u be sure you git anothah chance?
the only thing you know for sure your lifes gonna end
so grab tha chance, grab it when you can
and do your best, this might be your last!
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