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In The End (Linkin Park, Mellen Gi & Tommee Profitt Remix)
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But still I'm havin' memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin' the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious b*t*hes, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole world's tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin' 22's of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin' questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip I'm capable of anything, my imagination can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets, watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks Missionaries pass out papers that read "Love God" I see faces, cases, judges, and juries, Masons, lawyers and cops I watch because every thug's face is my mirror But this was one in particular This kid, he was the vintage stick 'em up pro Sixteen years old, did his jail sentence, nowhere to go Every morning, calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke He insane, already gone mad blames himself for his setbacks Dangerous street corners where it sets at Slang from dust to dawn, detectives act like they maniacs Chasin' him, his asthma's flarin' Smokin' like a chimney, on Remy, of course he not carin' He need a place to go to keep his mind expandin' I give him a helping hand, bring him out to Thugz Mansion There they go, packin' stadiums as Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, Macadamian, they go so ballistic, whoa He can make them look like bozos He's wonderin' if he should spit this slow, f**k no Go for broke, his cup just runneth over, oh no He ain't had him a buzz like this Since the last time that he overdosed They been waitin' patiently for Pinocchio to poke his nose Back into the game and they know Rap will never be the same as befo' Bashin' in the brains of these hoes And establishin' a name as he goes The passion in the flame is ignited You can't put it out once we light it This sh*t is exactly what the f**k That I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of a booth, truth-spillin' And spit true feelings until our tooth fillings Come flyin' up out of our mouths, now, rewind it Payback, motherf**ker For the way that you doubted me, how's it taste? When I slap the taste outta your mouth With the bass so loud that it shakes the place I'm Hannibal Lecter, so just in case you're thinkin' of savin' face You ain't gonna have no face to save By the time I'm through with this place, so Drake
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