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You could get the finger |
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Come and get some!! |
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The middle. |
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Aaaww yeah! |
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They love to point the finger. |
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Boom!Boom!Boom! on your black ass, *****. |
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I thought I hit rock bottom, |
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Then my album point the finger. |
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I guess nobody loves a real *****-slash-rap singer. |
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I thought I'd bring a little truth to the young troops. |
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I brought proof that the *****s need guns too. |
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It's not to be a racist, but let's face this. |
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Wouldn't you if we could trace places. |
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I got lynch spots from the cops. |
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And till this day, the same motha ****a on the beats gettin major pay. |
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But whenI get my techa-techa techs out. |
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So, we prayin for these pigs to knock the blacks out. |
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Ain't that a *****. |
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Some officers'll get rich. |
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Whoopin on thugs and robbin drug dealers for their ****. |
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As far as jealousy, being a celebrity, |
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No matter who committed the crime, they all yell at me. |
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And the media is greedier than most. |
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You could sell em your soul and they'll be on ya till a *****'s a ghost. |
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And everyday I read the paper, there's another lie. |
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They show my picture for the crimes of another guy. |
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Now how's that for the life of a big shot. |
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A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot. |
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I play them funky ass marks in the park |
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By tryin to earn their stripes in the dark. |
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Just cuz I come here, don't mean I from here. |
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Peep. |
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Only jealous motha ****a beef. |
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Point the finger. |
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As I run up on a mad man, a nut case with a screw loose. |
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A zoot troupe full of foolies with toolies. |
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*****s run to me. |
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Don't come to me with beef. |
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Take your jewels and your jeep. |
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Boom! Boom!, let that ass sleep. |
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It's gettin hectic. |
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*****s run quick. |
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Buckshots are the payback for dumb ****. |
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All you *****s on the block tryin to test me, |
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Best wear a vest so I could open like I'm sesame. |
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I'll run up on your man deep. |
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While your tryin to sleep, I'm steady pumpin bullets in your sheets. |
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Wake up. |
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Motha ****a, don't stutter. |
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Point blank by a ***** from the gutter. |
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Yeah. |
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Give me mine, give me mine, give me mine. |
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Made my rhyms, now I'm back here bustin 9's. |
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And brothas can't get none. Hell no. |
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A quick fury and he's bury with a swell jaw. |
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I came in from the amateaurs to pro hits. |
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And 5-0, so you know I take no ****. |
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And everybody wants to kill a bringer. |
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I'm bad news so they choose, |
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To point the finger. |
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1,2,3. |
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Peace to the real Gs. |
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Stay mean till these motha ****as kill me. |
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I bring skills and I been killin wills. |
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Smokin sess till I'm ill. |
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Still feel me? |
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I say 1,2,3. |
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Still mean till these motha ****as kill me. |
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Pick it up, pick it up, give it up. |
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Best to duck or get ****ed for bucks. |
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Scream 1,2,3. |
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I can't give up. |
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It's a rap thang. |
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And I ain't goin back to the crack game. |
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You can do it son. |
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Be a man and stand up or run. |
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*******, let em point the finger. |
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Snitches, let em point the finger. |
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Yo, 1,2,3. |
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I guess nobody loves a rap singer. |
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That's why these motha ****as point the finger. |
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