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In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas

[Lyrics by T. Rios] With plastic face designs covered over a hell infested you Your fingerprints marked in blood Helpless to save you Useless to

You lie with ease right to my face You look straight in my eyes No task for you, you cannot see Between truth and dishonesty Friends so long yet you

Some year's gone by but I believe - Still! And in my heart I still feel - Real! I'd rather die before I'd call it quits Cos I can't feel the way that

Tired of hearing us moan and complain Just cos you don't feel it Doesn't mean there's no pain Brought up then let down and run thru the course Able to

Got that crazy feeling Scared you don't know why Head is spinning faster Haze is in your eyes And now you take a deep breath Wipe sweat off your face

It wasn't open but somehow you let yourself in closed off and broken i never wanted to go there again i wasn't waiting but you came at just the right

There are places I remember In my life, though some have changed Some forever, not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places had their

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