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Yea yea, what |
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Uh, terror squad |
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Uh, from the streets to the jail cell |
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I mean, my niggaz is facin death penalties and all that |
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Charlie rock el d |
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Yea yea, this go out to you my nigga |
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Yo, yo |
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Verse 1: |
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Aint no solution for this |
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Since day one i been true to this shit |
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Often niggaz try to shoot but they miss |
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I been provin to hit so you know its really real |
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I went from chillin on the hills to signin deals worth fitty (fifty) mil |
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Self made millionaire status |
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We all gettin money but its funny how mine makes niggaz maddest |
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Come at us if you ready for war |
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Whoever you are |
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Leave you dead in your hall leakin red on the floor |
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Better than ya'll |
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Niggaz need to face the facts |
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Since the days of crack i been blazin gats - tryin to raise my stats |
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Tracin back - you could find me at a racin track |
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Laced in black - bettin on a horse called amazin jack |
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Joey crack's the illest - fully backed my killaz |
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Hoppin outta 18 wheelas - like mad gorillas |
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Niggaz need to calm they nerves when i'm concerned |
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Cause if you didn't know by now - you all gone learn |
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Chorus: i ain't know you really want it |
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How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin |
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Dont want no people wantin to play my game |
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And if you really want the problems nigga say my name |
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Bring it on, come on |
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I ain't know you really want it |
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How am i supposed to know theres something when you keep frontin |
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Dont want no people wantin to play my game |
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And if you really want the problems nigga say my name |
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Bring it on, come on |
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Verse 2: |
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I puts it down with pun |
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Now all i do is lounge in the sun |
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Look what i done from the slums - to sportin 5 thousand and ones |
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See the ice glitter - i only walk with them nice niggaz |
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Sheist niggaz that quit it for doin life niggaz |
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You had a judge - we came through in the clutch |
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Fifty fifth- aint no what to do when i came through wit'cha |
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The don polly - you could find me as fresh as denali |
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In times probably even marching at a shaufton (?) rally |
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I often carry thats the price of fame |
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Got precise the fame snipe u with the rifle and unlight your brain |
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It aint a game - its real niggaz with real guns |
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That still run - caught a box- and pump ox by the millions |
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Before the children thats confusin life |
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The voodoo type that'll pull out the uz (uzi) and make you lose your life |
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The news is tight - i got em hangin by the neck |
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Man you tanglin with vets when you bangin with ts (what, what the fuck!) |
