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Royce Da 5'9" - Security |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster; |
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me nomooooo'! |
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Uh! - |
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He marched around the corna' like a soldier (like a soldier!) |
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But not to get no on-the-mic exposure. (exposure!) |
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To question me; I guess he checkin' me I'm feelin like I'm lookin' at my own self in the face |
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As death's destiny awaits. |
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Us both wearin' vests's. (wearin' vest's!) - Us both stressed from the same pressures. |
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Us both fuckin' trainwreck wreckless! (trainwreck wreckless!) |
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Guns whip out. - He had a.9, |
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I had a.40. - I remember a point in time |
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When he had mine, I had his shorty; |
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And I could cry tellin' this story! (tellin' this story!) |
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If you can visualize a downtown crowded street, (downtown crowded street!) |
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Somebody was eatin' an' saw P pull out his piece. - And decided to reach! (decided to reach!) |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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Police rolled up on us like "POLICE FREEZE! " |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Cuffed us up like nothin'. |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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Asked us what we got guns for? We told 'em it's for: |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Proof this one's for you. I love you Doody! |
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster; |
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me nomooooo'! |
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He marched up out his house like a soldier, (like a soldier!) |
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Decided to titty-bar it. |
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A lot of alcohol consumption and drug use, |
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While out with the city's hardest. (city's hardest!) |
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Niggas (niggas!) - foldin' money up with black face; flickin' photos (flickin' photos!) |
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The only thing he was missin' was my nigga Dolo. |
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He decided to leave them and go to an after-hour |
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After the 4-hour, - he act crazier than Scarface after snortin' powder. |
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He get into it with this dude, point his piece at him; |
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They say he shot him, problem is, I don't believe that! (I don't believe that!) |
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And - on the real I (on the real I!) - only know shots flew |
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And when the smoke cleared they say he got killed by... (killed by!) |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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Shot my nigga like that. (like that!) - That... |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Probably shoulda watched his back! |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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It's fucked up, right? |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Proof this one's for you. I love you Doody! |
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster; |
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me nomooooo'! |
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I know y'all seen "Beef III", ("Beef III"!) |
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And it probably made you think that I ain't like Shady. (I ain't like Shady!) |
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The truth is, I was at Proof's funeral; |
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Cryin' like a baby. - I was sittin' in the back row (back row!) |
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With Vicious. - Wishin' I can go up to Marshall, |
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Denaun, Swifty, Obie, Bizarre, Paul and Von. (Paul and Von!) |
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And say somethin' positive (somethin' positive!) after all the negative shit that we been through |
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Thinkin' we'd talk one day if it was meant to. |
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Reservations 'bout walkin' up there an' gettin' in the way |
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It's probably better off to - just pray. (just pray!) |
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Thinkin' my niggas are dyin'; |
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It was my first time at an over 1000 people funeral with... (funeral with!) |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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R.I.P.! |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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We love you, P! |
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Secuuurity, yea-yeeaaaah! |
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R.I.P.! |
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Securityyyyyyy! |
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Proof this one's for you. I love you Doody! |
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Lemme tell y'all a story about somebody I feel was a gangster; |
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And that's the very same reason he ain't here with me nomooooo'! |
