Tonalité : A major•
Verse 1
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Yo man, let me get one of them
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big motherfuckers and shit in here
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All right man, here ya go man,
give me the money man
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Give me the money. Hey fuck that
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you ain't get no damn choice.
Am
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Get the rock and get the fuck on.
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Sittin down in a crack house
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earning my pay
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If some base head jump crazy,
I'll just blow him away
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'cause I'm fully wrapped,
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I ain't taken crap
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I got a mini .14 with a shoulder strap
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Base heads knocked on the door, they
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just knocked and knocked
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My crack quickly disap
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peared one rock by rock
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I had a couple more to go
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but oh no
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Here comes the big ho
bustin down the do'
So I kicked out a window,
jumped the roof next door
Took the money,
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left the crack but I'll get more
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Jumped down off the roof,
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cops start poppin'
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All yellin' freeze,
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who they thought was stoppin'
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Cops on my tail tryin' to put me in jail
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I slipped and I fell,
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got up and ran like hell
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I was runnin' and runnin',
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runnin' fast as I can
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If you would a seen me you'd a
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said that was the bionic man
Yeah I was born,
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this brother had got away
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Just up the block at my
homeboy's hide away
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Bang on the door, he let me into his crib
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Then I told him about the
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police and what they did
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He gave the keys to his ride and I was
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back on the move
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Jumped into his set and kicked the groove
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Am
You see crime is life and life is crime
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But what would life be without
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a Reel Life rhyme
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Not real life
Cruising around town
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and the bass is up
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Running big time lights,
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I don't give a fuck
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Seen the police,
Am
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put the peddle to the metal
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The pig was on my tail because
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the speakers rock the ghetto
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I knew they wasn't bitches 'cause the
traffics movin' fast
Not gonna let them get me
unless they pop my ass
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Burned big time rubber on 7 Mile
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I was driving like a drunk
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cold acting wild
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Slammed on the breaks,
pressed on the gas
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Dipped around a corner come off they ass
Bust a move to my crib to
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change my clothes
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And since I got away from the cops I'm
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screamin' fuck them hoes
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And I stepped outside,
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Jumped into my ride
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Seen a couple base heads hanging
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out at the bar
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Pulled over and parked,
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Throw em a sample rock
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Had all the base heads on my jock
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A crack fiend,
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god damn tried to snatch my caine
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Whipped out my mag
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and blew out his brains
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See crime is life and life is crime
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But what would life be without
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a Reel Life rhyme
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Not real life
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All the base heads on the corner ran
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Then a lady shouted out "That guy killed a man,
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he killed somebody"
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Oh shit, God damn I got a witness
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2 to her head and I said bitch
mind your business
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Jumped into my car,
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left the scene of the crime
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2 murders uncalled for, do ing no time
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I'm a gangster on the run
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my solutions a gun
And I'll beat up your momma just for fun
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One day I was chillin'
Am
on the East Side of town
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Not a base head in site
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and none to be found
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So my fila's kickin to the
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sidewalk beat
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And my jam is kind of warm
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'cause I'm packin' heat
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You might think I'm a statistic
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to work this beat
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But if I don't sell drugs then I don't eat
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Some think that I am dumb,
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I don't care what they think
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But I'm a keep getting paid until
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I'm locked in the click
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Or uzi's be poppin'
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at my body like thunder
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I'm dead like a doorknob,
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six feet under
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That's the consequences
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, rich man in business
I'll blow up your momma
in military defenses
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Unemployed with a beard,
Am
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make the school playa hate
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The hoes on the side so you
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know its drug related
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Ten G's in my pocket
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with the style and profile
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Born in New York and grew
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up in Long Island
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Raised in the Motown a brother
throw down
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Beefin' with the G and believe
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me you will go down
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Don't start none, boy won't be none
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Brothers want some then you
got to get some
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Crime is life and life is crime
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But what would life be without
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a Reel Life rhyme
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Not real life
Kicked in the face with the
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dope man reality
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The brothers hard with a
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criminal personality
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No one scares me, no one dares me
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Shoot a brother in the back for crack
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'cause no one cares, see
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I'm not 18 so I can be wild
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Cause in the courts eyes I'm
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still a ju venile
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A Reel Life product, it's a rock a rock
The neighborhood smoking for
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blocks and blocks
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And y'all fools be slippin' puffin dicks,
be chokin'
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Two weeks later your arm
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would be broken
Wake up to reality
I don't have a negative personality
But everyone have to do what
they have to do to get by
Outro 1
Even sell crack
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