Tom: A minor•
Verse 1
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Welcome.
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Little boys an girls....
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Revelationz.
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Listen.
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Why do the good die young,
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an the bad mutha fuckas live fo ever?
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'cause nigga, we livin on hell nigga.
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This is hell mutha fuckas.
Verse 2
Verse 3
it's like I'm fuckin around
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wit the wrong people
make a movie about my life
an it be a long sequel
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bout people livin off free-
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that's how that shit be's,
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out here you have to grind to get g's
no Bently flippin less yo name
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is Felix Mitchell listen
little boys an girls my mama could
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barely pay the fuckin rentin
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my daddy is surely gotta be somewhere
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in this world pimpin
white bitches fo doe,
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he was a jiggalo livin in women
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he used to take me an my Village
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nigga in the end my mama kept
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spendin money on gin an drugs
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I had to sleep on the fuckin rug
where the roaches was
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I hung wit thugs always
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rollin dice an pumpin gas
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you had to store the coke,
my pops would give me cash,
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but my mama would take it from me
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if I didn't give it to her, she'd
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beat my ass butt- naked homie
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the only way I would see a movie
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was out wit the homies
I'm always bummy, had no money,
they would pay it fo me
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my daddy told me when I
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that he was on the run,
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I heard him mention somethin about Colombians
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an I could come stay wit him if
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I didn't like the way that moms treat me
I juss didn't like the way
that moms beat me
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in front of my boys hit me wit objects
so I juss
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got to sky the fuck up out
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these projects
I left behind my moms
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an sisters so re lentless
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never thought they'd get evicted
an be sleepin on benches
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my pops was on some pimp shit,
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sewin up Frisco on novero
5- 0 kicked down the door,
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nigga straight to the pen
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by the age 10, done lived wit every relative,
an friend I know
here I go again
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livin wit my grama, then my auntie
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where ever I go niggas would
swindle my check,
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wit Section 8 an medi- cal benefits
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but me I wasn't gettin shit
spend my shit on nay kids
if I don't do my thang now,
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I never lived
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never gone get it if you sit on yo as s
I'm on the Ave wit crack fo that ass
I love the smell of money,
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hash an zig- zags
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look at the back of my ass,
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beat the sag, it's big cash
involved but
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we all get caught up an sen
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scrape yo turf on the wall,
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my mama abused alcohol
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an me I'm sweepin halls to intake
my mama carried the weight ain't
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seen my pops since '86
every year, in an outta jail fo crazy shit
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so much shady shit done happened to me,
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I can't put it behind me
God bless her soul
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'cause she was caught up in a,
house hold fire at a rehab so we sued they
ass
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this shit makin me mad
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high ass lawyer we had Melvin Bell,
I tried to tell my sister that he'd
settlement, me 56 G's
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my big sister 56 G's
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my little sister 106 G's
Ripley's won't believe that for the life
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of my mama they only gave us a
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quarter a mill ticket to split
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I can't deal wit this shit
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I wish you was here to see me get this deal wit Chris,
an Noo- Trybe
mama you died I cried
'cause you missed
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the gold an platinum plaques
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I bet you never thought yo little
black ass son could rap
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now I'm breakin off scratch
an burnin zags wit Sparkle
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that's my little sister askin the Lord
why did you make her life so
awful
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next thing you know my pops go
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in '95 he died of AID's
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it's either suicide of cry fo days
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blowin blunts, keep away flashes
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no funeral caskets, juss two vases wit ashes
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I ask if, he spare my life
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'cause all I got is my nieces,
my two sisters, an my wife
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recite behind the mic the type
of shit that niggas like
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fo the first time in my life I'm makin bread,
doin it right
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but at night seems like I'm hunted
probably because jackmoves an licks
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what goes around comes around,
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hollow point tip rounds to my stomach
bitches
screamin at Summit
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that's how you busta niggas want it
but I still juss get blunted in
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big six hundreds
niggas done, done it
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done deal nigga, been there like Dre
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blowin hay in the air on the free- way
pray
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forgive me God is what I would say
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I gotta lot of days to count
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blessed, went from claimin sets
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wit yay up in my mouth
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now I blow hash at half an ounce
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smoke out to the facial blessed to be
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livin on hell mutha fucka!
Verse 4
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nigga.
If you ain't know, nigga.
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Right now.
Armegeddon.
Uh.
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This live.
Every nigga done had this shit happen to 'em,
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you know what I'm sayin.
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All my potnas, every nigga I tell that I went through,
they do, done did
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Let's do it, juss salute niggas.
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Juss do our thang, fuck everybody,
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let's ride this shit.
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Do yo t hang blaze, get shermed out all that shit,
whatever.
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Mushrooms an shit, Xtacy's an all that shit,
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let's get high an juss
reminise about all that dangerous
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shit we done went through.
An ask yoself...."why the fuck
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'cause this is hell nigga.
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An the good die early,
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an the mutha fuckin bad stay fo ever, 'cause yo ass
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'cause you a bad mutha fucka like me.
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Done deal, uh, uh.
(livin in hell,
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dead mutha fuckas, uh)
(livin in hell, dead niggas dwell,
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this Earthel is hell mutha fucka.
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