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Til we run out the school, the school of hard knocks |
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That's real |
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Bout to show you somethin' new, don't worry about it |
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Uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] |
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Never had a life, never had a wife |
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I'd rather have a jack knife and creep through the night |
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See my mind ain't right, just ran out of my |
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Prozac (damn) |
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This grind ain't right, |
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I'm supposed to have fat stacks |
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Certain people in my life, they didn't have my back |
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It's hurtin' deep and |
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I'm still fightin' to make a come up, you know what |
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So I put the gun up, and |
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I picked up the mic |
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Then it all came out, it was a very bloody sight |
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It was a very dark night, (pull out the tool) |
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Do the death dance, |
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I don't wanna see your hands 'til we (run out the school), school of hard knocks |
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We tote glocks and punch holes in 'em like polka dots, scopin' plots |
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It's nothin', |
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I handle raps like |
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I handle lacs |
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Plus I, I handle this like |
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I handle that |
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I got skills in this battle rap, matter fact |
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You could meet me in the back, and we could spit shit like mini macs |
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How many times must |
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I have to spit, patna? |
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And how many nines must |
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I have to grip? |
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Cuz I rip shit like a ice pick and |
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I hit up your block quick |
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And if you can't see it you must got glock-coma |
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I'm sicc in the head and |
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I'm not sober [Chorus x2] |
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Do the death dance, (C'mon) |
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Do the death dance, |
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C'mon I don't wanna see your hands |
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Do the death dance [Verse 2] |
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See, I'm try'na do damage to your soil |
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Half you niggas can get your brains wrapped up, in some aluminum foil |
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I'm hard-boiled like |
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John Woo, smoke bomb too |
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You must be off that dope and dog food, |
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I can make it all cool |
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I've been stressed out, lookin' for the best route |
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Sendin' out death certificates, what's this all about? |
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I'ma be the next man to admit this, touch me if you wanna |
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I had a close relationship with straight gin and |
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Mary J-uana |
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Crooked like every daytona, get that |
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Smash out out in a glass house, first one in, last one out |
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Put one in, take one out |
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I make you take a bath in cold water with heavy shoes (ooh) |
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I'm that fool that rips it up, them other fools bad news |
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It's cold blue and |
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I can make your body cold too |
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He ain't the only one, we got heavy right out the |
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Chevy And it's a cold, cold medley, them other thangs is petty |
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Aight, everybody get ready [Chorus x2] |
