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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 go 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 They got this situati
