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I gets a phone call about a neighbor |
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Daylight savings time seven o'clock at night |
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Three-way conversation 40-water family member, cousin |
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"dude did you receive my card" - "when did you send it?" |
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"yesterday, should've been there by now" |
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9-4-5-9-1 vallejo, california mail box ect. 9-4-5-9-1" |
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Damn, shit what the **** is goin' on around here |
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Dude 'nem got some paper work out on you |
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They talkin' about makin' your ass disappear |
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Not like that, not my sa-hid-nab |
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They way to sharp |
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Guess again, you know your so-called homie |
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Your best friend |
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[d-shot] |
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What i do, believe me you wouldn't wanna know |
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For what i did i opened up a drugstore |
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By all means, the scratch was the common goal |
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To cover team, i hooked up my fellows |
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Oh what it seems, some fools get some paper and trip |
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They stick they ass in the air just like a bitch |
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Now whats the definition of bitch |
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A punk ass bitch that sit down when he piss |
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(chorus) [levitti] |
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(personal, life ain't no rehearsal |
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Personal, this is what i jack for |
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Personal, life ain't no rehearsal |
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Personal, this is why i hustle) |
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[levitti] |
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All this shit i gotta deal with |
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And every time i look around i'm fonkin' |
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When i strap on it, now there's work to do |
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Blood on my hand, i took a life or two |
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Laid 'em down like a hog |
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Bucked a nigga down at the mall |
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Semi-autos, macks, glock full lines |
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Quick to send you to the mortuary, yeah |
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[suga t] |
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I put this on my folks, it takes nothin' but a call |
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I jack for the beats or paper, cars, skank and all (dog) |
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Down for the cause, just like i'm down for a dog |
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Damn what you heard, it's all about what you saw |
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Why you up in draws, can't no you can't go skinny dippin' |
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Why you lookin at me silly hoe |
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Cause i'm makin' moves, clockin dough |
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Suga t, supa nice, from vallejo |
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Oh, oh broken up like freddy |
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When you really wanna see me in my teddy (teddy) |
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I got my machete, y'all ain't ready (ready) |
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(chorus) |
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[the mossie] |
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(kaveo): |
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Here they come slow it down mossey on the passenger side |
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Wit about a hundred and fifty rounds |
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That'll lay 'em down |
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See we from the town |
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Where murder for hire ain't no thang |
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Water splittin' 'caine, bring the pain |
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When niggas get out of line and get to actin' kinda shady |
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Niggas don't give a ****, we'll dump on you when you with your lady |
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Known to be vicious, a nigga will break your dishes |
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Get out the ak out the window blowin' kisses |
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(young mugzy): |
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You den ****ed around with some riders |
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Hill siders, rippin' on chests and guts |
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Oh how you **** around with the quietest nigga and he went nuts |
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See i den ****ed around and been in shoot outs since the age twelve |
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Shot my house up on graduation day |
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And damn near killed my first born and my sister |
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You gotta make more to play more that's what they told me |
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I could give a **** about you intended cops, that's what my daddy told me |
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I put that on my only son, my other seeds |
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You **** with me i gone make your body bleed |
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(tap dat ass) |
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We got some funk with these niggas that can't stick in they chest |
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We chief the heat |
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The garlic hollow tips with the vest |
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Bulletproof ski mask |
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Raid they ass like the task |
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Get the jewels and the cash and send they ass first class |
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To a six foot ditch |
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We trippin off that bitch |
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And that's the same punk hoe that was ready to snitch |
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On your whole team |
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For sellin' ounces of cream |
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You got emotional, that's why it's personals, bitch!!! |
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(chorus) |
