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I was the nicest for at least the last six months |
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Single went dope, got heavy rotation from Funk Flex |
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And didnt have to ask Stick once |
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Penned flows that was most quoted |
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Kept the toast loaded for magazine critics incase the |
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Alleged niggaz ghostwrote it |
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Spit with the armored fist |
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And for a list had no escape route from the slums so |
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Round it became an orifice |
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Now I'm eating good and pushing whips |
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Problem is, I'm pussy whipped by a bitch that dropped |
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Me same time the label did |
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Album sells wasn't well, no reach quota |
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So my foundation which was once mentally and |
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Financially stable slid |
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Traumas all, was on alchohol plus I done acid |
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Put every egg into one basket |
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Now my mind rages cause imposters of label reps |
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Getting gun blasted |
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Won passed it |
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Fuck it, one life, one love, one casket |
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Wound up at the CEO office and blow his flesh of his chest |
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And left that nigga slumped on his office desk |
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[Chorus] |
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My mouth wasn't built to handle rejection |
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(I'm Fallen) |
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You only fucking with, answer the question |
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(I'm Fallen) |
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Fuck trying to reason with logic |
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Reason with this sixteen shot cartridge holding a |
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Label hostage |
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[Slug] |
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How many are dead? |
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How many gain pieces does he have now? |
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(two, one woman and one man) |
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Now here we go again |
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Another day trying to defend a belief |
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Time to make friends with the beast |
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How many guns he got? |
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Only one's been shot |
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Let me see his demands |
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And a copy of the foreplans |
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Whats the odds of suicidal? |
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Let's try to get him on the horn |
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And inform him of my arrival |
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N-n-n-n-n-no no vest |
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I'm going in soft |
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If he's gonna take my head off then he's gotta take my |
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Head off |
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Now what's his name? |
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Does he have a family? |
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What's his background? |
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Did he pick the place randomly? |
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Get his girl on the phone |
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Locate his mom |
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(Move, move, move people now, now) |
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We're dealing with a time bomb |
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And I'mma take it through the front door |
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Look him in the eyes |
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See if we can make this grown man cry |
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[Chorus] |
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[V:] Lets sway my options, and put in perspective my postition |
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Stop the mission |
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It's a straight shot to prison without a pot to piss in |
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Fuck the negotiating, I don't expect for you cops to listen |
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You probably setting me up to get shot by a |
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Sharpshooter from the SWAT devision |
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Tell them bitches I won't be that easily overthrown |
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I know they're listening in on your mobile phone |
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You don't know my pain, you're probably living like a |
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King on some noble throne |
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In the suburbs with a fucking Camero and a mobile home |
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All I want is my deal back |
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But the A&R stays put, in turn, I'll give you the intern |
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[S:] What's the catch |
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[V:] I want an even bigger deal |
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No funny shit cause I'm holding the trigger's steel |
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And I'll drop this bitch faster than Jigga did to Mil |
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[S:] Alright I hear you |
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But still it's my responsibility |
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To guarentee these hostages are walking out of here with me |
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Your everything is on their safety |
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[V:] Yo Fuck, that |
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[S:] Yo, no way around that |
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We've got the place surrounded |
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So what's your call kid |
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Your move, whatchya gonna do? |
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You've gotta face the truth |
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(Wait I've gotta face the truth) |
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Cause the more I toss it all around my head |
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The more I feel |
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Everything that you said |
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Alright so here's the fucking deal |
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Gimme the intern |
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Let the A&R burn |
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And as far as I'm concerned this meeting is adjurned |
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The woman and I, we're about to walk out that door |
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Here's a handshake soldier cause we both won the war |
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[A&R:] Wait, Wait, what are you leaving for its your job |
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Come back here |
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[V:] Naw, fuck that |
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[A&R:] Wait, wait we can think this up now cause- |
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[V:] Naw, fuck that, fuck you |
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[Vakill] |
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How can you reason with the brain savagely ripped from it's humane frame |
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Gave sweat, tears, and slit a main vain |
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Now I aim flame and squeeze out a vengeance for every |
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Career the industry ruined 4,080 in this fucked up game playing |
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Open ya mouth foul bitch |
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Cause now I got this 40-cal-inch *gunshot* for you to tussle |
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I keep bullets for every artist that signed a loud pitch |
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Funny sometimes |
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I fast fake and take a tumultuous twist in life's style switch |
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I don't know what world beyond this lies |
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But I can see my future, not just career through Ganda's eyes |
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Once I let this slug out, I struck out |
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Nevermind my side of the playing field till I was underneath the dugout |
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No matters, what could possibly be worse |
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Unless that somehow the tables was reversed |
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I know the Jakes is coming and I can't wait to let this heat burst |
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I'ma kill everybody |
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And just to prove that I ain't bullshitting |
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I'ma start with me first [gunshot] |
