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(álbum: Bred 2 Die - Born 2 Live - 2006)


[Intro]
Aye.. (Like me), C'mon
G's up, git cha cheeze up (Aye)
You know whudd it is mayn', Uhh (G's up, git cha cheeze up, Aye)
It's ya boy, Lil' Scrap (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me, like me)
Don't no body really know my struggle (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
But they wanna be, where I'm at (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Well go through the pain nigga, cause (Y'all niggaz wanna be like me)
Only the Good Lord know (Yup!)

[Chorus]
I think they wanna ride like me, like me
Have a bitch on the passenga side like me, like me
Yea, I think they wanna shine like me, like me
On TV with the fame like me, like me
Yea, they wanna wear a chain like me, like me
I think they Wanna be trained like me, like me (Yea!)
Yea they wanna have the game like me, like me (Come on!)
But don't wanna go through pain like me, like me (Lemme explain something to y'all mayn')

[Verse 1]
I know you see me shining
With the yellow diamond
Don't be thinking dat ya boy ain't been grinding
I was with my momma
And there was alot of drama
We sold crack from the winta all through the summa
Yea, we went through pain
We was stacking change
Paying the cost to live in the street, mayn'
Sold cocaine, just a lil' powda
Selling weed trynna make a coupla extra dollas
Tha shit I been through, a nigga should've been a schollar
All nite trynna sleep hearing pistols holla (Damn!!)
Now when ___ died
You know a nigga cried
Not having him around
You know it hurt inside
Gotta have shelta ova my lil' sista
Momma wondering round cause she a drug deala
I gotta give it to her cause she a real nigga
I'll kill any muthafucka doing something to her (Yup!!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Uhh.. Look
They wanna be on stage, (Riiight)
They wanna get paid (Owh)
But they don't know the hurt (Hurt!)
And they can't feel my pain (owhh!!)
On stage getting hit with a bottle
Knocked out, not even know if I'ma rap tommorow (Aye!)
In the hospital, straight bruised up
Got a cut from my lip and my thumbs up (Damn!)
It's kind of fucked up (Yea)
Cuz I was showing love (Love)
I was giving hugs (Hugs)
Chilling with the thugs (Thugs)
All I'm trynna do is show love to err'body
God let me alive so I can tell about it (Amen)
See I don't scream and shout it, but I go to Church
What ya know about putting in dat ___ work
They throwing up signs and they dying for it (I'm Crip and a Blood)
Niggaz taking lives going jail, paying fo' it
Ain't nothing left afta Death but Heaven itself
And if ya go to jail ya seed will have no help

[Chorus till end]

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