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CHORUS |
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Can I Live? |
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Hell yeah but you still gon die |
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Cmon nigga you a thug |
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But I'm still gon cry |
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And you done learned off experience |
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I'm still gon ride |
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They kill me, you gon kill them? |
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I still got pride |
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Can I Live? |
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Hell yeah but you still gon die |
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Cmon nigga you a thug |
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But I'm still gon cry |
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And you done learned off experience |
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I'm still gon ride |
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They kill me, you gon kill them? |
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I still got pride |
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(Jadakiss) |
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Yo now I done said everything I could possibly say |
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Ask them niggas in your camp is you hotter than J. A. |
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D.A.K.I. two S's |
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A true message |
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Y'all better wear a few vesses |
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Live pussies |
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Bout to be dead dicks |
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I pack guns that shoot through schools the red bricks |
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And just because you mighta seen me on the award show |
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I'm still in the hood nigga gettin raw dough |
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And later on tonight I might be hittin your hoe |
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And I got more money so I'm coppin more dro |
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Everything I said I meant B |
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Y'all gon tempt me |
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To rob y'all spend your whole stash on my empties |
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Mwa yours truly |
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Can't do nothing to me |
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Think you Scarface but you aint see the end of the movie |
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I'm the type of nigga that'll take 5 cakes |
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Turn em into 5 acres |
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Faster than 5 lakers |
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Lay back, get high, tote my gun around |
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Throw a string on the pony so I can tote my son around |
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(Sheek) |
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Ay yo |
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The path I walk is filled |
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Who the f**k won't I kill |
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Thin as that line down the hundred that you can tell if it's real |
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Smooth as Sinatra |
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You can tell by my pops that I'm street |
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F**k the forecast I'll let you know what day'll be heat |
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See I recruit smart niggas will hunt |
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No dumb niggas |
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Who will kill over money not bitches like some niggas |
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I think marketable |
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F**k y'all niggas who stay bummin |
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I'm that nigga sellin pills at all of Howard homecomings |
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If you get high I got weed |
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And if you get drunk I got vodka |
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And if you want base I got popcorn like Orville Reddenbacher |
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See I'm bullseye |
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I empty my bananna in your bandanna |
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First try |
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Never will my bullets miss a vick |
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I use one to do a hit |
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On some professional shit |
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Bitch |
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(Ha that's crazy) |
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CHORUS |
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(Kasino) |
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Outta three-fourths of them niggas who cross your path |
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Minus them half ass who talk fast and finish last |
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Who gon get his cash |
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Turn to his man and give him half |
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Cock the hammer back |
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Stood by his side and didn't dash |
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When the charge is federal |
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And they fingerprint his ass |
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Who can he trust to be |
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Front of the judge screamin it's just me |
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It must be |
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More than just a nigga love |
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Make em do five joints no contact without givin his niggas up |
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Give his keys to his truck |
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Wish his niggas luck |
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Call it's best fit suggested that she let his niggas f**k |
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Fingerf**k them figures up |
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No parole |
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Bigger truck |
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Kasino is that name big enough |
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Nigga what |
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(Styles) |
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You wouldn't bust your gat wit me |
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If you never sat wit me |
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Lit up a sack wit me |
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Or hustle some crack wit me |
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Came through the cipher bow down and spat wit me |
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Hopped up the truck and gave niggas daps wit me |
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You never laugh wit me |
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Never went half wit me |
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Never been through the struggle never felt the wrath wit me |
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Never slept on the same floor or |
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Hit the same whore |
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Ran up in the same store |
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Or with the same four |
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Blood thicker than water |
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Only in certain cases |
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You need water to live you learn that in the basics |
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Better cherish your aces |
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Bullets in the faces |
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Of the jokers |
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We laugh at fire nigga we smokers |
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Sittin on the sofa |
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Puffin the hash nigga we focused |
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Why lie I die where the coke is |
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CHORUS TO END |