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アーティスト:Paris  アルバム:Unleashed 

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(Paris) Still in this bitch, ninety-eight is just another year I murder money drama bitches, that fall in piers Comin out the city where no pity be a way of life When niggaz quick to bust a cap in you to earn they stripes Ain't nothin changed in these West coast killin fields I seen so many homies die that I ain't got no feeling So I handles mine, pack a strap and keep on strivin And quick to let these niggaz if it get down to violent Cause these haters ain't no friends to me, they make it plain But I refuse to be a victim of these ghetto games Break away from all the stress, bullshit and aggravation And now I'm quick to blast if you want a confrontation But it seem like every time I turn around it's drama Hella flowers, coffee drinkin, and cryin momma Somethin tellin me this madness ain't gon' never stop So I keep strivin fo' the top (Chorus) Now everything you think you seein might not be the truth Understand these cowards fold when these niggaz shoot Understand this rap shit is just another way Just another lick where motherfuckers gettin paid It really ain't the same as it was in the past Back when shit was new, niggaz thought that it would last Understand this rap game is just another front Just another way for motherfuckers comin up, and it's like that (Paris) So what's the ticket out the ghetto for these young players Slangin dope, playin ball or bein rhymesayers They want the money fast, FUCK SCHOOL, that ain't what's happenin So some of them niggaz got together and they started rappin And it would be like who the tightest on the microphone


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