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I was throwing a game with a shield and a sword |
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Started having money, buying things that |
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I used to couldn't afford |
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At the beginning of my mannishness, |
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I was the mannish-itz |
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I bought a nickel plated four fift' |
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Dautons, Granadas, |
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Caddys and |
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FairlanesChevy, |
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Impalas, Cutlass and |
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MustangDonkey rows, jewelry like a |
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PharaohTroop jackets, |
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DBoy Apparel |
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Hop, we speak, coke, whatever you need |
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You ought to add subtract but can barely read |
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No, I can't, yes, |
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I did, no, |
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I didn'tYou think |
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I'll be dead or successful or in prison |
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Triple beam scared while |
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I was flipping the goop |
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Hella clientele, |
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I was getting my loot |
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Concrete, |
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I ain't made of feathers |
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Tear shit up just like some angry protesters |
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I come from the streets |
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Where they play for keeps |
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The strong and the weak |
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Gotta be concrete |
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I'm from the streets |
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Where every day they leak |
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Ambulance and police |
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Gotta be concrete |
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He started out fast, he came in last, went outta gas |
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But he was winning at first, what you call a person like that? |
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A quarter horse, enter the game and came when |
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I left, a tortoise |
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That's domino talk, man, you a man, of course |
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You still in the game? |
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Nah, we divorced |
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You make any change? |
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No remorse |
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You're full of shit just like a port-a-potty |
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His hustle game's sloppy, tricking off them boppies |
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I'm for what's right, maybe that's what's wrong |
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That's what |
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I was just telling my little homie on the phone |
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Be a leader, not a follower |
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And if you're going to be a follower, follow the right leader |
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Stop thinking with your peter |
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My peter? |
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Yeah, your dick |
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Why? A chick will get you hit |
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Keep your eye on the sparrow |
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Get cornered and ambushed |
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They'll limit with your space, your space is narrow |
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I come from the streets |
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Where they play for keeps |
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The strong and the weak |
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Gotta be concrete |
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I'm from the streets |
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Where every day they leak |
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Ambulance and police |
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Gotta be concrete |
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He put his foot where is mouth is, good riddance |
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They would be yelling a drive-thru, "A Kentucky Fried Chicken" |
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They wasn't gangbangin' but they was set tripping |
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Ate him up real good but he's still living |
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The victim's parents lawyer on a case for real |
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Tried to put the nigger who did it behind bars |
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And make him pay they doctor's bill |
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But the shooter a monster, he hella fear |
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So ain't nobody talking, listen here |
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Not only them |
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But the victim don't want nobody saying nothing anyway |
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Because when he get out and get his shit together |
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He gon' put them niggas under the weather |
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When it comes to feuding and funking, gotta be clever |
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Beefing, commotion and drastic measures, drastic measures |
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From the top of my head to the bottom of my feet |
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I don't know about you, but |
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I'ma stay concrete |
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I come from the streets |
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Where they play for keeps |
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The strong and the weak |
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Gotta be concrete |
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I'm from the streets |
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Where every day they leak |
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Ambulance and police |
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Gotta be concrete |
