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I remember we was wilin' |
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Off of half a x pill, this was way before tha Molly |
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Everybody got a rocket |
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Tryin' to prove like a mother****er, try me I'll pop it I've stopped |
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We been on the Henny ****ed up |
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This was when I was skinny and ****ed up |
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Nigga cluckin' for blood, get ****ed up |
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Memphis grisly, nigga we ****ed up |
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You remember that December when they ran with the money |
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Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money |
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Went to war had a lot of niggas running |
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Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming |
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Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach |
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I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma |
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Made me pick the phone up and call my mother****ing momma |
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And say I love you momma |
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We was young and ****ed up in the head |
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Drinkin' from the river if you ****in' with my bread |
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Had a little money, but we living in the red |
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Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it |
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Remember we first got a deal, nigga |
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And you dropped bad bitch gave me that shit is real nigga |
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I was still in the field with 'em |
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You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap |
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I was walking through the mob with a strap |
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10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet |
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Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack |
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Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap |
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Remember when I told you I was going to the can |
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You like man, my man, you going to the can |
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I felt in your hug, in your hands |
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Told you I'll be back in a minute |
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Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary |
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And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating |
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Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy |
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We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating |
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Well I told 'em, I remember |
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Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga |
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Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas |
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You had twins, they was beautiful as ever |
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Be a dad, what I told you in the letter |
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I remain the same, how I ended in the end |
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I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink |
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Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing |
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Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon |
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Where it did, well you must be ****ing with his nerves |
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Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb |
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In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve |
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Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb |
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Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls |
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Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl |
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Never went to Church, man 'cause Saturday was turnt |
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Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt |
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We thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt |
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When we was kids, we just wanted our turn |
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In the hospital, me and you don't learn |
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'stead we asking God, give us one more turn |
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I remember, Webbie |
