See to live is to suffer but to survive
 well that's to find meaning in the suffering.
 Chorus
 Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
 Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
 Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I gots to get up
 Get these bags up off my feet so I can tear shit up!
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  1  
 I been through mad different phases like Masons
 to find my way & now I know that happy days are not far away
 If I'm strong enough I'll live long enough to see my kids
 doing something more constructive with they time
 than bids I know because I been there
 now I'm in there sit back & look
 at what it took for me to get there
 First came the "Howll!!" the drama with my mama
 she got on some fly shit "What!" til I split
 and said that I'ma be that seed
 that doesn't need much to succeed
 strapped with mad greed and a heart that doesn't bleed
 I'm ready for the world or at least I thought I was
 baggin' "Uhh!" when I caught a buzz
 for thinking about how short I was
 Going too fast it wouldn't last but yo I couldn't tell
 group homes & institutions, prepare my ass for jail
 They put me in a situation forcin' me to be a man
 when I was just learnin' to stand without a helpin' hand
 Damn, was it my fault, somethin' I did
 to make a father leave his first kid at 7 doin' my first bid?
 Back on the scene at 14 with a scheme
 to get more cream than I'd ever seen in a dream
 and by all means I will be living high off the hog
 and I never gave a "What!!" about much but my dog
 That's my only "Howll!" I had offered my last
 Just another little "Come on!!" headed nowhere fast
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 -2-
 That ain't the half "Arf!" get's worse as I get older
 actions become bolder heart got colder
 chip on my shoulder that I dared a "Uhh!" to touch
 didn't need a click cause I scared a "Uh huh" that much
 One deep went to for kicks
 catchin' vicks throwin' bricks gettin by bein' slick
 used to get high to get by used to have to "Howl!!"
 in the morning before I get fly
 I ate something a couple of forties made me hate somethin'
 I did some "Arf" now I'm ready to take something
 3 years later showing signs of stress
 didn't keep my hair cut or give a "Come on!" how I dressed
 I'm possessed by the darker side livin' the cruddy life
 "What!" like this kept a nigga with a bloody knife
 wanna make records but I'm "Wheeew'd!" up
 I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up
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 -3-
 Wasn't long before I hit rock bottom
 "Howll!" was like damn look how that "how that" got him
 Open like a window no more Indo look at a video
 sayin' to myself that could've been yo on the TV
 believe me it could be done somethin's got to give
 it's got to change cause I've got a son
 I've got to do the right thing for shorty
 and that means no more getting high drinking forties
 So I get back lookin' type slick again
 Fake "What!" jump back on my "Uhh uh huh!" again
 Nothin' but love for those that know how it feel
 & much respect to all my "Come on!!" that kept it real
 Be strong kept a from doin' wrong
 "Uhh" who they is and this is yo "What uhh!" song
 and to my boo who stuck with a "Arf!" through
 all the bullshit you'll get yours because it's due
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 can't get up...I gots to get up
 This is from the heart baby, don't get it twisted
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