Susi: G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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Back in the days,
when I was a young buck
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Stuck like a truck gettin' shit outta luck
Times was rough and
I didn't have a plan
I was barely on the edge
of my life as a man
It's really fucked up
when there's dope in the crib
Cm
No food in the kitchen for the
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motherfuckin' kids
That's why a young nigga learned how to steal,
see
Shopliftin' laid me a whole lotta meals
Verse 2
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But I remember days when the
cupboard was bare, and
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Life was unfair, but who the fuck cares?
I still hear mama, what she used to tell me
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That you don't get shit in this life for free
And even if I never ever make
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it to the mountain top
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Fuck it, I fight for my hip- hop
Verse 3
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Not everybody can relate to
what I been through
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Even though some front,
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and they try to pretend to
Know about the life of
a kid and the strife
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Where he has to live in the
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shadow of a base- pipe
Verse 4
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Good goes to bad,
bad goes to worse
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And pretty soon he's stealing
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from his own mama's purse
So clean out ya ears and open up your eyes
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I reach out to touch,
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but somebody moved the sky
My stomach is growlin', word is born
'Cause all I had for dinner
was a can- o- corn
Verse 5
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A can- o- corn, a can- o- corn
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All I had for dinner was a can- o- corn
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A can- o- corn, a can- o- corn
Before I went to school, I had a can- o- corn
A can- o- corn, a can- o- corn
I tried to get full off a can- o- corn
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A can- o- corn, a can- o- corn
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That's all the fuck that
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we had in the kitchen
Verse 6
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A few years later,
I pledge allegiance to the set
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I'm growin' up, but I ain't grown yet
It's funny how the strain
and a life filled with pain
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Can sometimes leave a bitch
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stained on the brain
Verse 7
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I'm sittin' in the restaurant,
guardin' my food like an eagle
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Pickin' up scraps like a seagull
Waitin' on the people at the
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next table to leave a tip
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So I can put it in my pocket
Verse 8
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Phony Easter Bunny,
Santa Claus and the stork
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We was poor as fuck,
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so we ate a lot of pork
And it ain't no motherfuckin'
way no how
When it comes up,
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I let you bring me down
So I stick to the boots,
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and I'm down with a mad group
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Of gangstas and hoodlums,
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but you can call 'em scroops
Verse 9
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Give me liberty, or give me death 'Cause
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a man without pride
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ain't got shit left, huh
And now that I'm older
with kids of my own
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I put me in the pot where it
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used to be a bone
Getcha self together, word is born
'Cause a man can't live on a can-
Outro 1
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