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作曲 : AZ |
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No need for Lato's, pure straight out Bolivia |
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Peru, uncut baby, what? |
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Life is a struggle |
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That's why *************s I know stay on the juggle |
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Some hustle to double, others hug you to mug you |
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Poverty-stricken, they even turn a church kid into stickin' |
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It seems sickenin', but what? |
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Whatever makes the pockets thickin' |
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************* police and no remorse for the beasts |
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That's lost on the streets, |
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that pistol whip a priest for a crosspiece |
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I'm lost chief, runnin' through strips, |
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thinkin' of top dealers, fillin' TEC clips, |
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wit 'cop killers' that could stop gorillas |
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Shovin' a stubnose in buttholes, I'm nutso |
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Skitzo, clepto, killin' *************t up throughout the metro |
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My thug essence will always keep me plugged with drug inves*************ents |
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Sketch my reference, takin' papers considered preference |
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And violations will lead to kidnappin, decapitation |
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So what you're facin', is realism that's in activation |
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Livin' off land with five honeys playin' my hand |
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Me and fam, sippin' off Guinness stout and eatin' clams |
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It's all part of plans, a vet chillin' in Tamps, West and Stans |
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Outta state connect, slugs, sex, drugs and grands |
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What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) |
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Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s |
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This is as, pure as opium |
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Purified for street players to open em |
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Space, like three els laced with coke in em |
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Shots awoken em, fake uniform jakes approachin' em |
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Six trips, to young clips and killers coachin' em |
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However though, fake ass *************s'll never know |
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Cuz my method's perfected |
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I'm movin' sceptic and never show |
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I'm soon to blow, stack doe, lay on the low |
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While I'm sippin' Cristal I mess with Long Island and Moe |
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A part of nature, me wan' acres in Jamaica |
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Puffin' exotic trees without seeds rolled up in leaf paper |
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So exhale, cuz if I don't live to tell |
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Then ************* it, farewell |
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I'll see the rest of y'all *************s in hell |
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What? For my hype *************s (Uncut) |
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Trife *************s (Raw), 25-to-life *************s |
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So all my good fellas, heroin, coke and ************* sellers |
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What the ************* cats can't tell us, |
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if they ain't got bread to bail us? |
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Have to survive, I haven't seen it all, Peter pay Paul |
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From the connivers to the livest, they crack fool |
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It's all war, the streets are filled up with guns galore |
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Plenty young for war, gettin' their minds flunked and sore |
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Yo dun, ************* the 4..... |
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Mother******s think we're playin', back em down |
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Holdin' *************s for hostages, what? What? |