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It’s a shameWhen niggaz gon realize we the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a playa use precisionDon’t make a decision in hasteYour blood is a terrible thing to waste It’s a shameWhen niggaz gon realize we the sameYou helpin the enemy win the gameIf you a playa use precisionDon’t make a decision

You ’bout to make me slam yo’ back clean outBut i luv her till death do us partThough she divorced my pop the hard wayBack in nineteen "yassey" for the past sixteen yearsI took on the responsibility of daddy…Ma ol’ burd… puttin a real buzz in my ear, makin sho’ it marinateAnd not go out

Everyday somebody gets killedWhat’s the deal it’s 1995and a nigga wanna live the type of life that people dreamI want things, a crib, a car, while living the life of a kingI know I take for granted at times for what I gotstill hustlin’ and bustlin’and now and then I stand a pop or two

Naaah I can’t do this shit y’all my stuff homeGotta nigga name all lit upThis ain’t the first time this name all lit up Man y’all niggaz realize man been in this motherfuckin box man, god damn Saight my nigga, saightGo on and rest, for corn and bread Ahh yeah baby yeah King Bee! King

One Million Niggaz Inside…You can’t break me even though you tryOne Million Niggaz Inside…Even though you hit me with everything you gotOne Million Niggaz Inside…I still found truth even though you liedOne Million Niggaz Inside…When the rest are runnin’ on instinct Let me tell you somethin realPlenty niggas sittin in jail just to eat a