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    Staring at the world through my rearview
    Just looking back at the world,
    from another level yaknowhatImean?
    Multiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops
    Niggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop
    I wonder when the world stopped caring last night
    Two kids shot while the whole block staring
    I will never understand this society,
    first they try to murder me,
    then they lie to me, product of a dying breed
    All my homies trying weed,
    now the little baby's crazed raised off
    Hennesey, tell me will my enemies feed when they see me,
    believe me
    Even Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen
    Through the intermissions search your heart
    for a plan and we turnin Bad Boys to grown men,
    it's on again I give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners
    Roll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya
    One love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse
    full of paranoid drug dealers,
    to the end my friend I'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true
    While I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)
    (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
    Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
    I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)
    Gettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers

    I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord
    I've been waiting for this moment all my life, oh Lord

    [Young Noble]
    Now you see him, now you don't,
    some niggaz be here for the moment,
    and then they gone, what happened to em?
    Well let's see, it seems to be a mystery
    But all I know I never let the money get to me
    Stay down like the, truest
    Thug Life until I check out this bitch,
    I thought you knew this
    Who is, gonna catch me when
    I fall or even care to
    While you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview
    Half you, is down with them
    Outlawz Outcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws
    But still we keep mashin til our dreams come through
    Starin at the world through my rearview

    Now I was raised as a young black male
    In order to get paid, forced to make crack sales
    Caught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails
    In the cell, countin days in this livin black
    Hell, do you feel me?
    Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
    Roll with a twelve gauge pump for protection
    Niggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin
    Turn to Smith and Wesson war weapons
    Heavenly Father I'm a soldier,
    I'm gettin hotter cause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya
    Talk to my guns like they fly bitches
    All you bustas best to run look at my bitches
    Now I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true
    Still starin at the world through my rearview (I say)
    (They got me) starin at the world through my rearview
    Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
    I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
    Gettin high, watchin time fly --
    and all my motherfuckers/nigga can die

    Back in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers
    Nine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers
    Bless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin
    I learned in school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace
    True that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed C
    riminally addicted, infested since a seed
    We all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run by young guns,
    Outlawz and truants, shit's deep Turn eighteen,
    'roll my well and lockup'
    Burnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough
    So while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew
    Smoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview

    Hahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview
    So since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin
    The world, the world is behind us
    Once a motherfucker get an understanding on the game
    and what the levels and the rules of the game is
    Then the world ain't no trick no more
    The world is a game to be played
    So now we lookin at the world, from like,
    behind us Niggaz know what we gotta do,
    just gotta put our mind to it and do it
    It's all about the papers, money rule the world
    Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do,
    bitch niggaz do what they can't
    Starin at the world through my rearview
    Go on baby scream to God, he can't hear you
    I can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die
    Gettin high, watchin time fly, ya know/and we'll be

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