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@Sharkstar
Actually, this verse is better. Same song.
Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
Nine-six for glocks, cos fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
Bless myself when knowin' rules to these streets, somethin I learned
in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed
Criminally addicted, infested since a seed
We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run
by young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep
Turn eighteen, burn my will when I go
Burnt my body with my shotty, or chasin' my dough
So while you reminiscin' all nights out with the crew
Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview