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please, we ain't got no P's
Because we spent all our money on some old CDs
We got some old Jay Zs, couple ODBs
Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my
feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
about me
I funk myself
Why touch anyone else
Why touch anyone else

I?m losing my mind
Losing my mind
Working out a detail

It takes a lot to get me hot
tell when these streets close our eyes 

(I think I'm losing my mind) (x2) 

Verse 2 (Sons of Funk) 

Sleep with a nine right by my side
away the pain
I think the whole world's going insane
I fill my mind up with liquor, and drink away the pain
I think the whole world's losing its brain
Took my mind on this road, you too
I took my mind on this road, way through
I take your mind on this road, you do
I took my mind on this road, way
to live in the ghetto
Keeping it retrospective from the get go
Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo
P-P-Politic with ghetto senators on the D-low
double-O-P, Dogg my fucking homey
Youse a cold ass nigga on them hogs

Sure 'nough, I keep my hand on my gun, cause they got me on the run
Now I'm back in
Shady, aftermath
There she goes shaking that a** on the floor
Bumpin' and grindin' that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losing
crazy, I know I ain't losing my head
No more obituaries, no more hearse, that shit hurt
You damn right, but see there's game plus a part of life
Got so
get off, by the ounce
On the G.O., my P.O. is a dickhead twerp
Yeah, he a jerk and love to cock block work
And my next door neighbor, yeah, he got
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
to maintain, where the sun don't shine
On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D. don't mind
Cause they figure we'll kill eachother by 2000 and 2 
But fuck
contain the disdain for y'all demons
Talk clean and bomb hospitals
So I speak with the foulest mouth possible
And I drink like a Vulcan losing all faith
pampers and milk 
And my mind is confused on how we gone survive
So when you me strapped it looking with a bad one
You looking at the face of a desperate
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.

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