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