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[Talking (deep voice] 
Welcome to the concentration camp 
Maxminelli (voices in the background) J von 
C loc  Young Bleed  Leetyme 
[Maxminelli] 
Na na  i can lay low for a G lay low for a meal 
My mind is at my control  if I say so then he will 
I got some thangs in mind  the situation at hand 
I'm a sick man  down with the program 
I'm anybody understand my plan  then they can feel what i felt 
We mad at the world, fuck being anythang else 
We bringing paper to the table, we taking joyful in stride 
It ain't as easy to survive as it is to die right 
Ebony queen on my side when I'm shining 
Niggas looking at me like I don't belong where I'm residing 
He who beholds the tightest game shall prevail 
Through hard times and saphire dreams aiming to fail 
Stale as dirty down to your last pants and shirt 
How the fuck life feeling neglected and hurt 
Though we know not what we do, we still do what it takes 
Until the truth is revealed, these fake niggas seem real 
Still sealing they faith, and making injured reserved 
Something that they expereinced, no longer something they heard of 
But you'll hear about it quick 
Cause everybody talk shit 
Loud fo' publication 
Maintaining reputation 
(Chorus 1) 
Outside my life in rhyme, outside the world 
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure 
-echo-) 
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left 
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself 
(Chorus 2) 
On the outside my life in rhyme, outside the world 
No matter how fast we grow we still boys and girls (tryin to figure 
-echo-) 
Tryin to figure where the love when it ain't none left 
Now what the fuck we gone do with ourself (Uh Huh) 
[Young Bleed] 
I suggest you focus on tomorrow, with a third eye view 
See the game for what it is, then its all on you 
I stand true for what I do for life and love and legacy 
Tryin the life I live, never like my destiny 
I'm tryin to be forever free 
Some niggas will never be 
Steadily stackin up confedi, playin with weapons 
Runnin through the ghetto ask no questios tell no lies, ain't no 
alabis huggin 
highs 
And the devil in disguise 
We visualize the same dream with cream 
Through the sick team 
Shinin like diamonds comin down in southern clean (hittin side ways) 
Slowly watchin the world go 'round 
Ain't a thang popa on the low down 
Prepared for the showdown 
The future holds nothing else left but confrontation 
And conversation runnin nation 
Over music and melodies mashin out in the glass hoe 
Bailin with felons, ready to blast though 
Nigga, ha ha see it through my eyes, try to feel my fury and flame 
Just for playin ghetto games 
And life goes on and on 
Flipin till the break of dawn 
Hustlin, tryin to get it before its gone 
(Chrous 1) 
[C-loc] 
Wait a minute, all my in-laws gated 
The way I hold my composure in suicidal situations is scary 
Legendary, like the lone ranger, with a fist full of dollars 
Malitious intent 
You heaven sent 
So follow me to a world where thugs no longer die young 
But yet make millions sellin street game to avoid number one 
This shit ain't funny no more, bitches done gave the game up 
It ain't quick money no more, the feds done fucked my name up 
Throwin up, frome the hennesy and fat sacks of weed 
Tryin to regain my sanity, fuckin with bleed 
Greed, invy, and lust are common ghetto problems but 
In gats i trust so playa I'm to solve quick 
(Chorus 1) 
(Chorus 2)

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