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Uhh, dry as the fuck and |
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I'm one left with yo-yo |
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Seven houses down, black street, dark folk don't matter tho' |
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I don't know who to trust, what to look fo' |
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How many niggaz wanna kill me? |
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I'm havin' a, hard time tryin' to determine |
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If that's the homey or the enemy |
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Ol' shady-ass, no build for that |
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Just lookin' like he plottin' on somethin'-ass nigga |
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But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin' |
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And I'll get to be dumpin' on yo' ass nigga |
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One of the main rules of the game without a doubt |
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Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it |
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Nigga that's a good way to get your brains blow out |
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Motherfucker like me get to flashin' then |
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I lose itLeave that ol' shit up to me and watch me prove it |
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Nigga, you betta be real about this shit |
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If you in it you in it don't be no punk |
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Nigga this ain't no baseball game |
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Niggaz don't forfeit no damm funk |
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Two brothers goin' sack for sack in the back of the 'llac |
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Takin' a whiffle, strippin' the fuck up out of some willow |
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Poppin' ecstasy like |
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SkittlesIt'll get you in the long run, sniffin' them long ones |
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Way girl burst ya dick and now it got ya on one |
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Came up shorted, circumstances nigga quote it |
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What goes around comes around tryin' to steal this |
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Brady hostess |
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Keep your focus and never the love of the hocus pocus |
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Set up hoes lovin' to get jackers to come and smoke us |
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Die-hard soldier, |
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T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious |
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No mercy on haters or no bitches |
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Got in my clitches waitin' for a nigga to take some chances |
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So we can deal with these hardco' |
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Sic-Wid-It-ass circumstances |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
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I remember when the world went crazy |
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Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
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I remember when the world went crazy |
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Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
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Nigga, slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right |
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It's double like a flip new |
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Benzo with the bubble lights |
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Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, |
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I was the brokest |
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Motherfucker, now |
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I'm the closest nigga to ballin' ferocious |
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Motherfucker, dust a nigga off like wax off, cracks off a hard |
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Pimpin' ain't easy and motherfucker, only if you breezy |
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Easy does it, |
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I does it do it off the fluid |
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Come with the newest shit |
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I come through with |
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Bitch, don't you hear the music?(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt) |
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Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt niggaz on the turf |
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Aanna put my ass up in the dirt' |
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Cause I skirt a |
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Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of |
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X-OOr maybe 'cause |
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I'm with 40- |
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Water and a jug of ethel |
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You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto |
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Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl |
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Damn, cydal shit when vital shit starts to happen |
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Eager to be the nigga just for cappin' |
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Strappin' up ain't no thang, it's survival |
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It's makin' sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals |
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It's higher learning, but it's |
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True LiesWhen it comes to the |
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SuperflySpeedy |
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Gonzalez destroys from the |
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EastsideIs it ridicule or stardom? |
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Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon |
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I'm makin niggaz fall like cops on |
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Rage in Harlem |
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I'm on some moonshine shit |
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Bit the cork off the |
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CristalI'm drunk so let me chill for a while |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
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I remember when the world went crazy |
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Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
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I remember when the world went crazy |
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Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
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Aww, yeah, yeah, now niggaz know |
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Well, ain't no sense in me fuckin' around |
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My stompin' ground be the |
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H I double |
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L S I D EBound to touch you with them tecs and make them marks |
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Bounce like checks |
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Slide a faulty bitch up under these niggaz |
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And killin 'em off with sex |
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Ain't no tellin' what angle |
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I'm comin' with these circumstances |
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Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin' tap dancers |
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On your hood for breedin' snitch' bitch-made niggaz |
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Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed niggaz |
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I fuck with wig-splitters, |
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Colombian neck-tie throat slitters |
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Take a long time business to get paid to get rid of you cheater |
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Chatter police-ass niggaz takin' chances |
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Man you can't fuck with these circumstances |
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And all you |
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O.G. motherfuckers better stop tryin' to mark them yungsta' |
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Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters |
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Tryin to throw yo' weight around like you gon', uhh, take over a spot |
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Nigga don't you know these youngsters nowadays |
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Be off that water and hot? |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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Takin' all these chances |
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You might never ever, ever get them circumstances |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
|
I remember when the world went crazy |
|
Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
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I said the world is full of crack babies |
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I remember when the world went crazy |
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Till I copped a sack and put it down like that |
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And rolled out like it didn't even fade me |
