Can I Live II

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Yeah, is y'all niggas finished, yo
 Is y'all niggas finished
 Got your little radio play, your little BDS, huh
 You finished nigga, huh, huh, y'all finished
 Can I live, huh?
 Can I live, you're being stingy with the fucking music again, yo
 Yo, I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out
 Scream "What's that about?", then I clap out
 I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten
 Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on
 Feeling it, feeling it, chickens are ice grilling it
 Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant
 Speed off, officer told me, "Turn the beat off"
 I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire
 I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in
 And rookies blame it on the age difference
 My subliminal flows create criminal odes
 Sing along if y'all with me, 'til the end of the road
 I'm cynical when in the view of the public, and this is because
 I'm defensive when I'm in interviews
 The percentage who don't understand is higher than the percentage who do
 Check yourself, what percentage is you?
 Can I live
 For all my niggas with the all-white Air Force Ones and black guns
 Stack ones, yo
 Can I live
 For all my chicks, pigeon-toed
 Stand bowlegged like the bulldog
 Know what I mean?
 Can I live
 To all the cee-lo champs
 Two green dice and one red stop, the bank and roll heads, yo
 Can I live
 To all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight
 Cop mixtapes and sell weight niggas
 I got the feds sending me letters
 'Cause I'm schooling the youth
 But they can't lock me down
 'Cause my tool is the truth
 Yeah, I sold drugs for a living
 That's a given, why is it?
 Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods I lived in
 My mind been through hell
 My neighborhood is crime central
 Where cops lock you up more than try to defend you
 I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth
 And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself
 Ran into shorty bopping down the ave
 On his way to clocking mad then
 He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said
 Ayo, there's money there, I just gotta have
 When I catch up to these fiends, I'ma knock them on they ass
 Not to brag
 Sometimes I look at my life and laugh
 How I think about school, and it taught me not a craft
 When I backed out
 Let one out, let the barrel turn
 Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn
 That credit you dead it
 I know heads getting annoyed and knew all
 About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines
 Flipping boy, using the right cut
 One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump
 This slab gotta re-up and re-bag
 Blend it in with the raw
 Bubble it fast cop more
 Once I get it, I got it, I lock it
 Nobody pop shit
 Selling 20s on my block bitch
 For some blacktop shit
 What you want nigga?
 What you want nigga?
 What you want, what you want nigga?
 Can I live
 To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat
 Trying to win in the construction Timbs, yo, can I live
 USA, all my chicks that strip
 Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in
 All my chicks with the credit card scams
 Two kids, one job, and no man
 All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check
 All the mamis dame besa, alright, yeah
 All my niggas rocking them fitted caps
 Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean?
 All my cats with open cases
 Big cars, and no license
 I like that shit
 I see y'all
 All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit
 Rock on, Jigga shit
 Roc-A-Fella forever yo, uh
 Major Coins, yeah, uhuh
 Memph Bleek nigga
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
2
Tempo
82 BPM

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