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[Verse 1]
I'm either runnin' for my life or I'm just waitin' to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high, it's never
When or why; it's the way that he die
Did he stand like a man 'till the day that he die? Or was he
Reaching for guns or tryna run or was he
Outside on the lawn in front of his son and if ya
Runnin' ya mouth ya can die in the slum cause in the
South where I'm from they dyin' for crumbs, you can
Die for your partners or die for your mom's or you could
Die cause your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealin'
Or die in a plane, they say it's a bomb, when they run it into the tower they just say it's Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it's hittin' the buildin'
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggas get killed when people mix they money with feelings
I'm fillin' my money up in the wall some in the ceiling, I'm just
One of the millions of niggas who buckin'
Ay it's a war goin' on and they killin' for none
We were in denial all awhile they where flickin' the buttons
I'd rather be dyin' for sumthin' instead of livin' for nuttin'
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[Verse 1]
I'm either runnin' for my life or I'm just waitin' to die
I'm the supplier of the fire if you're chasing a high, it's never
When or why; it's the way that he die
Did he stand like a man 'till the day that he die? Or was he
Reaching for guns or tryna run or was he
Outside on the lawn in front of his son and if ya
Runnin' ya mouth ya can die in the slum cause in the
South where I'm from they dyin' for crumbs, you can
Die for your partners or die for your mom's or you could
Die cause your nigga just heard the alarm, just stealin'
Or die in a plane, they say it's a bomb, when they run it into the tower they just say it's Saddam
Screaming Allah the moment that it's hittin' the buildin'
With total disregard for all men women and children
See niggas get killed when people mix they money with feelings
I'm fillin' my money up in the wall some in the ceiling, I'm just
One of the millions of niggas who buckin'
Ay it's a war goin' on and they killin' for none
We were in denial all awhile they where flickin' the buttons
I'd rather be dyin' for sumthin' instead of livin' for nuttin'
End of discussion
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