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Verse 1
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This one's
for those on the dead end street
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Hustling hard to make all they ends meet
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I hope one day I see ya Benz creep
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Watch for the jealousy
that most friends keep SB, got the Bentley
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All I could do is thank God
cause he blessed me
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I used to be just like you
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Slangin' crack rock on the avenue
Packin' Glocks and runnin' from cops
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Most of my clients like they
Kane on the rocks
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Gun shots like two blocks away
I wonder who the fuck caught
a hot one today
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Never mind cause I don't wanna know
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I just lost two good friends in a row
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One second, things is looking beautiful
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The next second you the star of the funeral
All my friends are on the
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dead end streets
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Some locked up and
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some are R .I .P's
You can't win,
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there ain't no way, no how
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Clock your change and
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get the fuck on now
We was Pyrex shakers,
Sunnyside money makers
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In Heelwood we had Brock's,
Biggers, Now and Laters
Quicksnap was the store
that we slung at
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Everybody knew me from a
hundred packs
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Across the street was Law Elementary
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My car was so clean,
kids was looking up to me
They wanna be like me, a true hustler
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Cause they daddy drives
an old gas guzzler
The dope dealer,
I ain't trying to brag but
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Fuck watching roaches
trying to climb out my bathtub
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I was a hard head,
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trying to be a drug lord
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Slow my road now,
homie what the fuck for
I'm in a two bed trailer,
man I'm dirt poor
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When hurricanes would come,
I'd run next door
To my homie's house,
his name is Hewlin Hodges
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We gon' make it out this ghetto,
man I promise
All my friends are on the
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dead end streets
Em
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Some locked up and some are R .I .P.
You can't win,
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there ain't no way, no how
Em
Clock your change and
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get the fuck on out
99 % of all criminals and dope dealers
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Get busted by bullets or
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fuckin' squealers
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And the 1 % that made it was pure luck
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But even he'll tell you that his
life ain't worth a fuck
Cause in his mind he was
caught a thousand times
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And in his mind he was shot
a thousand times
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Without peace there can be no happiness
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I wear a cross around my neck
like the Catholics
I'm not sure exactly what my religion is.
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I just know I thank God for my little kids
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The system got us selling drugs
like some guinea pigs
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Then they arrest us after
we donated big
They take our money,
our cars, and our houses
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Now tell me who's really
selling the ounces
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And any cash that we
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might have hidden
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Goes to the system trying
to stay out of prison
All my friends are on the
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dead end streets
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Some locked up and some are R .I .P.
You can't win,
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there ain't no way, no how
Em
Clock your change and
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get the fuck on out
All my friends are on the
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dead end streets
Em
Some locked up and
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some a horror beast
You can't win,
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there ain't no way, no how
Em
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Clock your change and get the
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fuck on out
You
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