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Niggas, y'all be with me to the end |
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Real niggas that convince me, we true friends |
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From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans |
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For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Noreaga:] |
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Half gal' of |
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Henny liquor fuck up my liver |
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I could do without it, |
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I smoke sour |
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And yeah I'm |
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God body, |
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I'm in tune with the objects |
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Dead pictures under the benches in all projects |
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And I don't care what the mayor say |
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It's a recession, they putting bricks on layaway |
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And sometimes |
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I wan' stay away |
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And change my jumpshot back to a fadeaway |
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But everything okay today |
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Tomorrow ain't promised though, and you should know it's not |
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Hit the church, hit the mosque, go pray and meet |
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Salam I ain't tryna kick knowledge and get all religious |
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Spit razors out my mouth, give your face stitches |
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Coupes with the deep dishes, leather seat posture |
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No love for the coppers, no love for the rockers |
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I'm authentic, organic, |
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I recognise imposters [Chorus 1 x2: Nas] [Nas:] |
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Yo, if my niggas got drama, |
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I'll murder for them |
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I get caught, |
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I say "Your Honor, I murdered that man" |
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God forbid, my niggas die, then |
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I'll murder for them |
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For every one of mine you take |
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I'm killing ten of your men |
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My niggas struggling, share the same pain as me |
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Stay thugging cause they share the same pain as me |
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On the corner slinging dope, serving fiends like me |
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Watching for police, dodging the same thing as me |
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If my niggas get caught, they know |
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I'll be there |
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Look behind your shoulder in trial, |
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I'll be there |
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Help you post bail when you sentenced, |
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I'll be there |
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I'll hold fort till you come back, |
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I solemnly swear |
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Fuck models when you come out, pop bottles when you come out |
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At the gate pick you up, you drive the |
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Hum' out License plate, registration, suitcases full of big faces |
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If I ain't got it, then we bout to take it [Chorus 2 x2: Nas] |
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All my niggas rolling with me to the end |
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Real niggas that convince me, we true friends |
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From the streets to penitentiary, they my mans |
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For you I let my clips empty, you understand? [Capone:] |
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True friends nigga, |
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CNN, God's |
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Son Fo'-fo' silencers, we duct tape a witness up |
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Everybody dying just to beat a murder trial |
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Favor for a favor, that's how |
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I'm on it |
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You wet mine, |
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I wet yours, no money exchanged, that's consignment on it |
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I send a wreath to foes with condolences |
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Emotionless when |
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I'm squeezing, easy to focus kid |
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A loyal nigga like |
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Kane and Purnell |
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My gangsta is too heavy, try to weigh it on a scale |
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From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable |
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For my niggas, ain't no telling who |
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I'll give it to |
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We the same blood type? |
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I'll give my liver too |
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Revenge is a promise, that shit is biblical |
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I got five, you got two and a half though |
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We split everything down the middle like ash yo |
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You don't fuck with none of my niggas then don't speak to me |
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Frequently |
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I like to "Buckshots" like |
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Evil Dee [Chorus 2 x2: Nas] |
