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(Lynch): The only one who ever saw my face, |
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I must erase, had to get filthy dirty |
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Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me |
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I'm out that mutha****a with about 4 pounds of that |
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Shamrock Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet |
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T-shirt, black mask |
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In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous |
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Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette, and |
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I do it to get my dick wet |
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Brain grain rotten, |
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I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner |
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So I've been in pussy since |
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I could start nuttin' |
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I'm off that |
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Cloraseptic and that |
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Robatussin |
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Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but |
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I knew he wasn't |
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Had me dumpin' out the back of |
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Cadillac's on |
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Walter Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma |
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I'm so sick |
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I can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue |
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Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run |
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Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin' |
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In a funky situation that's how we do it |
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Chorus: Situation, baby it seems |
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I'm in a situation again |
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I ****in' realize it's a situation of sin |
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Sometimes |
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I just wanna stop tryin' |
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Why must this shit always involve dying? (E-40): |
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Runnin' shit like |
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Sosza, Big |
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Bank Hank |
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Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up |
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Nova, pushin' crank |
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Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip 1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip |
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Neighborhood watch better watch that ass |
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I'm a paperboy and |
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I collects that cash |
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One more mutha****in' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last |
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On a block where |
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I clock cash so fast |
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This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it |
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If you go as far as to blink an eye, mutha****a you gon' die |
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Pressure I apply, no lie, |
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I got just finished doin' 10 |
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For what? |
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For killin' my best friend |
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And I'll murder again if |
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I'm forced, then |
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I must After the first time the second time was a rush |
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What about the third time? |
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The third time felt like sex |
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What kind of guns did you use? |
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Choppers, |
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Uzis, Teks |
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Whatever one works best |
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I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest |
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Vandalism, taggin' all mutha****as names on the wall |
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Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small |
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Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun |
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Snatchin' purses cuz |
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I'm young and dumb |
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If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn |
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Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin' |
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CHORUS (First Degree): |
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Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop |
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I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp |
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But if it was up to her, fool we'd be ****in' like beavers |
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But I'm an over achiever around these heaters |
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I don't need a bitch, society done ****ed up and cheated that bitch |
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Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit |
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Dumb bitch better quit, that mutha****a |
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First Degree keep a leash on his dick |
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Take notes, sit by the poor folks, |
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I tell you 'bout my strokes |
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But I done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more |
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Cuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies |
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And her weak mind got all of |
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Sacramento in a bind |
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Lizzy Ann must die, the situation just ain't right |
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Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so |
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I called her |
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I said I got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter (Twamp Dog): |
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Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back |
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Talkin' bout takin' me down to the |
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Sac town county jail, strapped up cuz |
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I did a jack |
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Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me |
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Knowin' I'm into straps, cuz every time |
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I get caught one was sittin' with me 2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick |
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Shackled down, now |
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I'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness |
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Think about the work that |
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I did that night and what went wrong, to get a rider caught 30 |
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G bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, ****in' watched |
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Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' |
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I can win, that's no lie |
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Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes |
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Feelin' his anger, watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time |
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Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like |
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Pointing guns at individuals, huh, |
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I despise mutha****as like you |
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So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do? |
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Take it to another court room? |
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And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the |
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D.A. You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see |
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If I did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed |
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But I'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks |
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Tryin' to give 10 years, if |
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I go to trial and lose the mutha****a |
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Then I messed around and had to go back to the first judge, sayin' don't work for ya |
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I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance |
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And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin' |
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Choices need to be made on the 7th |
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A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way |
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I'm ****ed |
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Go to trial where |
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I'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run |
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Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one |
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I'm gettin' struck |
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Cuz doin' time is a mando thang and that got a mutha****a stuck |
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