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作曲 : Blake, Fallico |
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Umm, for all these wild niggas (umm, yeah) |
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Some bullshitters, know what I'm saying (yeah) |
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Straight runnin. wild (realize) doing their thang, yeah |
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For all those Nino Brown niggas (yeah) |
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John Gotti niggas, know what I'm saying (yeah) |
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Niggas trying to run shit (trying to run the game) |
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Don't know (Don't know) |
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It's all a game... |
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(Verse 1) |
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Yo, it's like night life, ball fights, brothers getting sliced |
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Lay niggas, up on the floor, for people acting hardcore (yeah) |
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And others caught in the crossfire, and dying at age young |
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They leave .em by their loved ones |
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People wondering, Toronto Sunday saying, we acting like some savages (savages) |
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People acting it, pulling triggers and they stabbing kids (stabbing kids) |
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They pose as bad boys up in club scenes |
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Keep the grill screwed, leaving blood stains on blue jeans |
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Then Po-Po, rushes through the entrance, he hits the exits |
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Hops into his act, wheels spinning on some next shit {*tires peel out*} |
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Now we got our G-stripes, bragging rights |
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Little kids with no direction, look at him right |
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Cause he got my car to style, Medina robber style |
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Yeah, he bad now, but remember, what comes around, goes around |
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(shhhh) Who be blind to the future |
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You need to understand |
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You need to understand, my man |
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(Yeah!!) |
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Chorus: |
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Peoples get themselves caught up, and then shot up |
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Bucked to the head for all the shit they done brought up |
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The situation, got them iller than an AIDS patient |
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Wild niggas, who be acting like they free-pacing |
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(Verse 2) |
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Now, as time goes by |
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He's looking out his window, see some people outside |
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With dark clothes and dark shades |
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And all around is pure clouds packing rain |
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He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that |
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Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) |
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He waits around, with the sweat dripping from his brow |
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Where the law be now, nervousness has his head swinging side-to-side |
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Checks the door, he's see his man up in the ride |
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He's rolling outside, first looking all around |
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The sniper fire from the roof, it makes him drop and hit the ground |
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He makes a mad dash to the car door |
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Tells his man to move, he slams the pedal on the car floor {*tires peel out*} |
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Now bullet-proof windows, they be reflecting it |
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Now he's thinking back up to the party, he's regretting it |
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But he's deep in it, and there's nothing he can do, but to call his boo |
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Who be at home, taking care of his one year old |
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He says, situation's thick, there's niggas after me |
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It ain't no stopping them, until they capping me (naw) |
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Hold the fort down, I.ll be aight, I.ll give you a call in the morn |
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She says there's two up on my floor, with one kicking down my door |
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He calls his man Nick, to check the situation (situation) |
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When he arrives all he sees is an assassination (assassination) |
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And when they one step ahead, so now an ambush is in the waiting |
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Understand, you need to understand, my man |
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(You need to recognize and realize, boy!) |
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Chorus: (Repeat 2 times) |
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(Verse 3) |
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Now there's vengeance on the mind, time for him to take back what's stolen |
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He tells Jermaine to meet him at the docks |
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At 5 o.clock, keep the glocks cocked |
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I got the blueprints, to run up on these niggas (Word up dog!) |
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So when the time comes for them to meet |
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He sees the car, but finds Jermaine slumped in the driver seat (what to do) |
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People cut themselves off of him, cause if they down they be shot too |
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His mother's in the rage, face on the front page |
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Now the man's after him, the clan's after him, mob's after him |
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He's still at damage son, last thought's killing (uhhh) |
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The only thought in his head, now to do is run |
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Buys his ticket at the International pier son |
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Not, knowing that there's man |
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Standing behind .em with, 9-millimeters in hand (He turns around to his surprise) |
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Feels the burning on the inside, cold on the outside |
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And the people did the shooting, got away up with his life-time (Ah-yo) |
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Chorus: (Repeat 3 times) |
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(You fucking with your life boy) |
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Yeah, (uh-uh) wild niggas (uh-uh, wild niggas) |
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You fucking with your life boy |
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(You fucking with your life boy) |
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Uhhh, You fucking with your life boy |
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Uhhh... |
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Chorus: (Repeat 1 time) |