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Scarface Good |
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Girl Gone |
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Bad Lyrics (Verse One) |
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Mikey woke us up when he beeped us |
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Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest |
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Gave me the numbers, |
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I said "Yo B, My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki" (yeah) |
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It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it |
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And if it came through, we hit a big lick 11-7 real clean |
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Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17 |
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We gathered up the money, we could score six |
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Headed out to meet him with 2 uzi's and four clips |
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Ready for whatever |
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If we went down, we went down together |
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We met him in his complex |
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Niggas were hanging out, "You ready to roll?" (Bet) |
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I knew it was fuckery |
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Wanted to see the money, said he never trusted me |
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But I can understand that |
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I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at |
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Now it's the time for the testing out the dope |
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To see if it's flour, sheep rock, or some powder soap |
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He went to his car to go and get it |
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And never came back, oh shit, |
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I wasn't with it |
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Got me real mad |
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Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Two) |
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Sticking around would be real dumb |
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Fuck this shit, |
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I ain't waiting to see the outcome |
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I hopped in my muthafuckin' shit |
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Steady peepin' out my rearview, ready to shoot a bitch |
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I got on the phone and called |
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Chiefey He got me up with |
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Jay, and I told him where to meet me |
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These niggas be jacking you in |
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Texas Met up into ?session? and tossed the money in a |
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Lexus I'm on my way back to the crib |
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Bido was ?naughty?, now guess what these niggas did |
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Tried to run us off the freeway |
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I slammed on my brakes, grabbed my shit and got ready to spray |
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And that's about the time |
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B woke up |
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Popped in his clip, and lit him a smoke up |
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Doing about 90 trying to catch him |
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We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him |
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Somebody was riding in the trunk |
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The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a pump |
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He aimed at the windshield (Duck!) |
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Blasting the seat and in our face (Aww fuck!) |
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Jay and Chief must of followed us |
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Pulled up beside him, and pulled out the ride gun |
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Put the driver's ass in check |
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We veered to the left and watch the muthafuckas wreck |
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We exited the freeway fast |
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A perfect example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Three) |
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Now it's time to do him |
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Called up |
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Mike to help us find him cause he knew him |
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My nigga was real pissed |
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Cause them hoes that had him mixed up in the middle of this fuck shit |
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We followed |
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Big Mike in his jeep |
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Snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep |
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His little boy was sleeping with him |
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I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him |
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But I ain't give a fuck what he done |
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I ain't gonna kill him in the presence of his fucking son |
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So I drug him outside |
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He started to beg "Bitch be the fuckin' lying" |
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Took him to the bayou |
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Your ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro "But what about my son?" |
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I got him |
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He's in real good hands, he'll close his eyes then |
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I shot him |
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Now his son is calling me dad |
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I got something more valueable than money, from a good girl gone bad |