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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left.
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone.
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trip but I gotta lob,
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like,
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light.
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
I take a look at my life
And realize there's nothing left.
'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long
That even my momma thinks that my mind has gone.
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it.
Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of.
You betta watch how ya talking
And where ya walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk.
I really hate to trip but I gotta lob,
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke.
Fool, I'm the kinda g that little homie's wanna be like,
On my knees in the night
Saying prayers in the street light.
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Been spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
Keep spending most our lives
Living in a gangsta's paradise.
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