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Straight out the mother******g bay |
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Here we go |
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Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying |
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For a young mother******* trying to duck an early grave |
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In the city where ya can't tell the snakes from the fakes |
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Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies |
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Around the corner there's another ************* waiting to jack |
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He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot |
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Like a mother******g thug disease |
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Craving beats like they mother******g drugs to me, hey |
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What's up with ******* trying to screw me? |
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Do me 'coz I did a movie |
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Throw the ************* to me but before they never knew me |
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Rather die than let ya play me for a buster |
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And with my glock |
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I'm a plotting ass rotten mother*******, huh |
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Don't let the movie fool ya, let me school ya |
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Screaming, ‽Thug lifeâ€, ************* when I do ya |
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I'm going crazy, getting dizzy |
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And then I suffocate a mother******g breather |
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Bring me back |
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I'm telling ya, I'm losing it |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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I'm going crazy, *************s can't fade me |
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On the real, I kill when I step to ya ******g grill |
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So let me kick it, let me flip it, let me get wicked |
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I'm not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets |
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I hang with G's, flipping keys and smoking ****** |
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I get the cash and dash and never learn to read |
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So ************* a *************, ************* a hoe and I let ya know |
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Because they come and go like the wind blows |
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What am I giving, how I'm living, what I'm giving up |
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You can take my life and I don't give a ************* |
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'Coz I'm the trouble, most coming from the west coast |
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Where the *************s is banging 'til the overdose |
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Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics |
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Nobody knows what makes my mind click |
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Is it the demons screaming inside of me? |
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Hell no, it's just the thug life mentallity |
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I'm going crazy, *************t don't phase me |
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I'm living like a thug 'til six *************s carry me |
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Death is on the trigga, so pull it |
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I can't take it no more, *************, I'm losing it |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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*************t was talking to me, my gat screamed fire |
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The bullet told me, shoot that mother*******, he's a liar |
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I talked to my 3-80 like a ************* on a stroll |
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When my *************s try to dig me a whole of a [Incomprehensible] |
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*************, I can't be ****** in this game, I'm a psychopath |
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My AK told me to shove him up some *************s ass |
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I'm having long conversations with Mr. Millometer |
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He's one of my best friends, ************* ass ************* eater |
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And Miss Mos*************urg love it in the back trunk |
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You know that old school *************, she like to get it funked |
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And splitting mother*******s by the seams |
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My grand daddy Mr. AR-15 |
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But the evil mother******* |
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Talked me into taking over a **** turf and shooting cluckers |
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Said he was my only family |
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Shoot straight and please don't jam me |
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Got in a fight at the club, my gat started talking |
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Told me to shut the ************* up and let him do the talking |
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I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang |
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I'm going nuts man, *************t was talking to me |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |
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Said I'm losing my mind |
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Losing my mind |