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Still in this bitch, ninety-eight is just another year

I murder money drama bitches, that fall in piers

Comin out the city where no pity be a way of life

When niggaz quick to bust a cap in you to earn they stripes

Ain't nothin changed in these West coast killin fields

I seen so many homies die that I ain't got no feeling

So I handles mine, pack a strap and keep on strivin

And quick to let these niggaz if it get down to violent

Cause these haters ain't no friends to me, they make it plain

But I refuse to be a victim of these ghetto games

Break away from all the stress, bullshit and aggravation

And now I'm quick to blast if you want a confrontation

But it seem like every time I turn around it's drama

Hella flowers, coffee drinkin, and cryin momma

Somethin tellin me this madness ain't gon' never stop

So I keep strivin fo' the top

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Now everything you think you seein might not be the truth

Understand these cowards fold when these niggaz shoot

Understand this rap shit is just another way

Just another lick where motherfuckers gettin paid

It really ain't the same as it was in the past

Back when shit was new, niggaz thought that it would last

Understand this rap game is just another front

Just another way for motherfuckers comin up, and it's like that

So what's the ticket out the ghetto for these young players

Slangin dope, playin ball or bein rhymesayers

They want the money fast, FUCK SCHOOL, that ain't what's happenin

So some of them niggaz got together and they started rappin