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What Should I Do
by A.N.JELL

Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do

Peace to my street niggas
My hand in hand dudes
That follow man rules
And give out samples
Yea, see I was you 10 years ago
But bloodshed, time served many years ago
Brown skin but I could mix with a Spanish group (why?)
I'm half of that, so half of that you can't recoup
You can't find nothing to live for
You should find something to die for, therefore
You should never hang around thieves
'Cause you are who you hang with
Like trees to the leaves
I used to sell dope to the dope fiends
And crack to the crack heads by all means
Hustling, getting money was a part of me
Right through my blood, like some veins and the arteries
Apparently, the streets for the love wanna marry me
Down the alley, carry me

Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do

Yea, I got the dope man blues
Still out here playin' dope man dudes
So come and take a walk off in my dope man shoes
So I can show you motherfuckers how the dope man do
Got niggas I've been down with deep
What I say that they down, don't sleep
Ask you got bloodstained hands, for my homeboys I lost to this fucked up plan
Goddamn, I think if I had one last wish
I want rance up out this shit
And resurrect the ones run down, in the streets gunned down,
Put the slick one round now
Imagine your cocaine sold out
You get reckless and get your brains blown out
Street life's so deep and we might not eat
A dead man won't speak and revenge is so sweet

Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do
Yea, I grew up like the rag of the dark, so what?
Soldier, proud about it, that's just what I gotta do

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