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[Z-Ro:] Since |
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I be rollin' by myself, |
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I keep that bitch |
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Nina with me |
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And If you my enemy, you don't wanna be the last nigga that seen her with me |
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Z-Ro haters be makin' my attitude, rude |
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Fuck around & get stole on, if you fuck-up my moves |
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Dude, finally |
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I found myself, |
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I had to stop blowin' that kick 'em ' |
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Cause eventually |
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I would've drowned myself |
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Already need a anger management class |
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See if a buster cross me, it don't matter the situation |
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I damage his ass |
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Soldier that's what |
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I be. So bitch, why you tryin' to play me like a |
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H O E? Turn me loose so |
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I can make it to the |
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T O P It's like |
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I'm in a bucket full of |
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C R A B's, but |
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I keep climbin' |
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And I keep on rhymin' while they be bumpin' they gums |
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Lookin' at my diamonds whinin' & blindin' no dumpin' they guns ' |
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Cause they can't see me, bitch |
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I'm invisible to the hate |
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Thugged off in my kitchen, cuttin' chemicals in my cakes. [Chorus:] |
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Talkin' Down |
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On Me from a safe place, now |
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I'm in your face. |
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What you gon' do now? |
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Barrettas & |
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Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if |
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I burst 'em. |
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What you gon' do now? |
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Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. |
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You done fucked-up now. |
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No bustin' in the sky 1st one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. |
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I done lucked you out now. [Z-Ro:] |
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Niggas be cool in my face, but hate behind my back |
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Talk Down |
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On Me in front of me, but not behind my gat |
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I bet you won't do that, |
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I bet you scared of that iron |
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Perpetratin' like you a gorilla, sellin' drinks in line |
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You ain't never seen the |
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Pen nigga, the penitentiary |
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They talk rehabilitation, but look at what it did to me |
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I smoke more & sip more than ever before |
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Muthafuckers be on my nerves, so |
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I lean on that dro |
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Tryin' to keep on droppin' a bomb on the bitch-made |
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Don't be lookin' surprised, y'all made it this way |
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I got a Vendetta with lifts, that be tryin' to sink me |
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Sendin' police after me & tryin' to link me |
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To aggravated robbery & strong-arm jackin' |
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Tryin' to throw me off my note, so |
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I can't do no stackin' |
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Johnny Cochran over lawyer got me out on bail |
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Lookin' for niggas that was plottin' on receivin' my mail. [Chorus:] [x2] |
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Talkin' Down |
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On Me from a safe place, now |
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I'm in your face. |
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What you gon' do now? |
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Barrettas & |
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Ruga's on my person, they would do ya if |
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I burst 'em. |
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What you gon' do now? |
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Mo' City my block showin' no pity for cops, if you trespass. |
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You done fucked-up now. |
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No bustin' in the sky first one through your thigh, 2nd ones a chest blast. |
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I done lucked you out now. |