Mo.B Dick and O'Dell
 We wont be neglected
 We wont be denied
 We will not be hated
 cause we're hustlin to survive
 Times so hard
 tryin to make it
 Times so hard
 tryin to make it

 Fiend:
 Now all jokes aside
 I'm having to realize I'm still breathing
 Since a baby teasin i knew i was gonna live
 Even reasons after celebrated seasons we was broke
 Hope was selling dope
 or robbing these other folks
 i know every bad confrontayion that we was facing
 I'm a young black male what would you do in my situation
 Lately dozen altercation that win like a deck of cards
 sayin we all out if you gonna accept the lord

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 Master P:
 Bad times my cousin had done
 I sent two g's to his wife and son I'm sayin
 Dear god dont take me
 why these bitches and these niggas tryin ta break me
 I see dead presidents my friends get bent and mama
 in the ghetto tryin to pay the rent
 in high school used to be kings and queens
 came home of a two now they jackers and fiends Ugh!
 Survival play ghetto games
 lose your life these days for some yards or gold rings

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 Young Bleed:
 Can you visualize perfection in a section of a crib
 And a yard full of ghetto kids
 when i was dreamin and creamin and wasnt makin no money
 steady hustlin high to make it for niggas to die for me
 thats gonna forever be real
 and nigga thats regardless feelin like I'm still in my faith
 I'm hollowed headed and heartless
 balancing life on a triple beam and gambling with the arts of fate
 and niggas got the nerve to playa hate
 a young nigga in this game to survive with a 45
 lookin at the sky gettin so high nigga
 above the law with underguard right between the sky and the earth
 aint touchin dirt claim to the dirty game for what it's worth

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