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Yeah! |
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A-O-T-P |
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Pharoah clique motherfuckers |
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Yeah! |
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You motherfuckers know |
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Stomp these niggas down on this shit |
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Yeah! |
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That grizzly shit, motherfuckers |
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Yeah! |
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Ayo |
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I bruise fools when I lose my cool |
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Crush crews snatch fools then react with tools |
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On some 94 shit while i act gat clickity clack |
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You back down like cowards and rats |
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Pharoah clique rainin |
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Blood stainin on the pavement |
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We the judge jury executioners at your arraignment |
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You ain't got a chance in hell face all swell from the tears |
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Now your homies pourin out they beers |
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For years we put it down |
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Now we comin for the crown |
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With your head still attached this that bull dog rap |
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Call me spike call my forty cal lil spike junior |
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And his twin brother death comin to a nigga sooner |
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Yo the warnins in the air torture papers over there |
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Better read up or live your wothless life outta fear |
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Yo the warnins in the air torture papers over there |
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Better read up (Read up) |
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Yeah Im with my fifth state to state |
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And I'm on it and together we ride out |
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If the cops come we play Bonnie n Clyde (Yeah) |
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Two bricks and two tommy's inside |
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In two minutes we gonna have two bodies to hide |
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Look the cops wanna give me 20 to life |
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My wife's 20 gotta daughter she depend on my life (Ill) |
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Stressed out feelin lonely I scream |
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That's when I woke up it was only a dream |
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Nigga reality check stuck in a cell |
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Mom's stressin cuz her first son's up in the jail |
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Got two containers on me I ain't stuck with a bail |
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Black judge lookin at me like you fuckin with hell |
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23 years old with a daughter to raise |
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My baby momma dumb bitch I ain't call her in days (Bitch) |
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? ? ? and my daughter I miss you |
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Don't think cuz I ain't hit your mommy up I'm tryin to diss you |
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And I'm Low |
