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They say the ends, justifies the means
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper, just to buy it clean
2006 with shoes the size of me
But in the end, he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be
'Cause real niggas don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggas that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and O.G.'s
For the up-and-coming cats, to the old schoolers
The ones that remember Private Stock, and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushing
See how far you can take it, two eye, or one eye Navigate it, what?
