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Uh huh |
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Get low baby! |
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Come on! |
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[Verse 1] |
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It's the end of the world now, yeah! Don't start runnin |
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But could you possibly run when you know that God's comin? |
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But we got a lot of hard heads that don't seem concerned, what? |
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So eternally, you burn |
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An eternity's a long long time, so I wrote a strong rhyme |
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For these Mc's that only talk about chrome nines |
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Pay attention to each line, I'm about to reach mine |
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Be careful cuz they might heat you for just one dime |
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Blaze up and won't think twice about ya, we dyin quicker |
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He's dead so what the hell could he do with some liquor? |
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No value for human life |
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Can't understand how a woman could leave a baby in the trash can |
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Damn, helpless and starvin, but that's how life goes |
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Can't aford him? Then keep your legs closed |
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Thinkin God won't punish you for what you put that child through |
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Havin babies like it's the thing to do |
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What is this world coming to? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby |
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Can't lie, it's the end of the world baby |
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Don't lie, it's the end of the world baby |
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We all know it's the end of the world, baby |
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What is this world coming to?! |
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[Verse 2] |
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The end, and um there ain't no stoppin it |
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I keep em legit, while others come counterfeit |
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You can't stand being bankrupt, now ya overdosed |
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Used to be colors, now they beggin over coats |
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How you gon come with that nonsense like it's all good? |
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Tryin to dis a whole coast, can't even go to your own hood |
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I should get ya, but I'm a chill and let the rhyme hit ya |
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Keep my name out your mouth, or watch me get wit ya |
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Some of y'all gots to like hoes, you need to be on stroll |
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Need to get up, get out, and get a bankroll |
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Keep em movin like Tony soul, cuz the game's for sale |
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You could offer me a million, but I'll never tell |
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All the money in world could'nt make me sell out a homey |
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What is a million dollars worth when you're lonely? |
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You spill the beans me and his dirt (..?..) |
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So now I gotta ask myself |
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What is this world coming to? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Couldn't live without a check, please tell me |
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Four on the floor, one in the belly |
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You're kinda smelly |
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Why can't this girl keep her self up, her health up? |
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When the county stop payin, you gon be stuck like chuck |
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With five mouths to feed, and you steadily smokin weed |
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And buying expensive clothes that you don't even need |
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Still tryin to club it, you can't do that no more |
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So stretched out, the stretch marks can't even stretch no more |
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Five different daddies, damn, ain't none of them around |
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They need to take you off the streets like the (?) |
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A bad example, how could you bring a kid to this world? |
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How could you call yourself a woman when you still a girl? |
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Wonder why they talk bad about ya, it ain't no respect |
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Cuz see you don't respect yourself, you need to get in check |
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Got evicted out your pad |
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So now the only thing to do is sell yourself until you pass out |
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What is this world coming too? |
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[Chorus x2] |
