Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress But the world is a test Without God and a bulletproof vest You might be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, step by step Maybe this'll be something I regret (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the rent Gotta get some get back It seems there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and flip that Now watch it come rit back Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell Why I fucked up and I swear I can't tell, where I fell Escape death and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas But there's no way out Sing it with me come on
[CHORUS] There's no way out Through all the pain, the hurt, the fear and the doubts But if you look the other route then you'll find out You can do it C, there's someway out
[Kurupt] Talent ain't shit Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, body and soul Grow old and lose control Duck your foes and watchin' foes While the homies hold on Held on too long the strong quickly got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?) While I'm in a terminal state Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz) The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) Yeah I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, IBC's I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems
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[Daz] It seems there's no way out
Feelin' opressed, depressed and the stress But the world is a test Without God and a bulletproof vest You might be looking at death Wet and dried out and wet, step by step Maybe this'll be something I regret (Yeah nigga break yourself, nigga I want all that shit, Daz shoot that nigga) Gotta pay the rent Gotta get some get back It seems there ain't no get back I hustle, strive and flip that Now watch it come rit back Now I kick back in a cell and my inner feelings dwell Why I fucked up and I swear I can't tell, where I fell Escape death and fuck jail Fuckin' suckers, fuck them niggas But there's no way out Sing it with me come on
[CHORUS] There's no way out Through all the pain, the hurt, the fear and the doubts But if you look the other route then you'll find out You can do it C, there's someway out
[Kurupt] Talent ain't shit Nowadays unless you got a grip, get a grip Off your mind, body and soul Grow old and lose control Duck your foes and watchin' foes While the homies hold on Held on too long the strong quickly got weak Last week I saw the homie, he ain't even speak (oh it's like that!?) While I'm in a terminal state Of pullin' 38 special metal special 38's Go to Long Beach and kick it with Vanardo and Tate (what's up Cuz) The Loc's sportin' Davis' and all my folks Ant, Dirty, Red, C Dog, Joe Cool and Jelly Loc (Criiiiiiiiiiiiip) Yeah I miss my homie L Dog Mr. Elgin Hughes, Mr. Knuckles, 107 BCG's Lil Bam AKA Naked Bam, RSC's Man on Loc, IBC's I'm Young Gotti DPG Marines and it seems
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