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No, no, no, |
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I told you, |
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I live this shit |
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I ain't just up here, rappin' and tappin' |
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Spittin' and skittin' and shit, naw, not me |
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I'm not you, |
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I'm not you rapper, |
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I'm not you, |
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PushaI keep that ziploc bustin' at the stitches, culinary chemist |
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I serve the malicious to break the fiends fixes |
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One give you the sniffles, the other leave you with the itches |
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Transport, airport with the vaseline |
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So I can fulfill my dreams of passion as green |
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More cash then ya seen within |
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Ashton it's green |
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Me drivin' up fast with the lean, zonin' family |
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Keep youngin's in them rented |
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Camry'sDoor panels full of shit and |
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I ain't full of shit |
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Reckless ass, |
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God forbid they don't crash |
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From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab |
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Naw, bitch we don't believe in air bags |
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Cars turn tricks like them |
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Ringling brother skits |
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Whether bitch hop out or the glock pop out |
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Ya know, what |
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I'm aboutBlow to ya sinus 'til the snot drop out |
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Whoever said birds fly south for the winters, a damn lie |
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Got 'em right here and if |
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I don't like you the grams high |
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Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend, taste it, they need it |
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They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it |
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Prolly think, |
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I won't murder you the way |
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I smileBut |
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I'ma take a lota shots, |
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A I styleJada, the name is filthy but so what |
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The mother****in' game is filthy |
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You know, what? |
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My mom and my pops really did a good job |
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But it was the |
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Montega and the |
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Cane the built me |
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So I could never hate on another brother |
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God is great, the devil is a mother****er |
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When you broke but they think you got money |
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Crackers start showin' you love, ya own people act funny |
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I tear niggas heads off, |
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I don't discriminate |
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Waves, cornrows or dreads, |
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I will eliminate |
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I'm far from a noodle, nigga, |
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I stab up block reps |
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And turn quiet streets into hot sex |
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Nigga, that's funny you say you a killa, how? |
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What is it the return of the killer clown? |
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You don't put no fear in my heart |
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I make ya people say, 'wow', that didn't look like my man |
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They flipped upside down, the coroner did what he can |
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He got hit wit ten rounds at pointblank and pointblank |
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Coldchian left that nigga stankin' |
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Half static and face |
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I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it |
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I had my eyes on his mink and |
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I didn't give 'em |
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A chance to blink when |
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I dodged up on 'em |
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Pressed the forty up on him shocked 'em |
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Made his head stand on end and like a baby |
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I rocked 'em |
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The Coffin, the cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you |
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That's the beginning of the end and you a thug that pretends |
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Carl Coldchain, suit the nigga, |
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I got a great vision |
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I see through men |
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And squeeze triggers wit' bullets that go through men |
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**** wit S |
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P, that's ya date with death |
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Got bullets that'll grape ya chest, no sleep like |
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I hate the rest |
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I'm in the hood like it's my fate to rep |
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I hold it down any place |
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I step and |
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I love gettin' slept on' |
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Cause I'm rawer than dope fresh outta |
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Africa that never been stepped on |
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Dog, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong |
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Holiday, the ghost the main reason why ya set gone |
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Why I love riffin', the war you wouldn't understand' |
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Cause my God is different than yours |
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If the world spin in a circle, |
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I want 'em to learn move backwards |
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Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you |
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What you keep the toaster for creepin' through the hood |
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And shit ain't really good but |
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I'm deeper than the ocean floor |
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Higher than a plane and meaner than a baller |
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Want ya insides out so |
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I mean it when |
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I pullRappers is talking to me as if, come on |
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We in the same boat, |
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I tell them quick, no, |
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I move Coke |
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And you and |
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I don't share no common bond |
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So forgive me if |
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I don't receive you with open arms, no |
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It shames me to no end to feed poison |
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To those who could very well be my kin |
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But where there's demand, someone will supply |
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So I feed them their needs at the same time cry |
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Yes, it pains me to see them need this |
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All of them lost souls and |
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I'm their |
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JesusDeepest regret and sympathy to the street |
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I see them pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat, so sorry |
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And with this in mind, |
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I still didn't quit |
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And that's how |
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I know that |
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I ain't shit, |
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I ain't shit |
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My heart bleed but that's aside from the fact |
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I live from my kids and their's and them youngin's after that |
