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(feat. Maxminelli) |
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[Maxminelli talking] |
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Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch |
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Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you |
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Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me |
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Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low |
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Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me? |
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I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris |
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We gonna have somethin real swole to fold |
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My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola |
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My nigga Big Poola Mic |
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An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say! |
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[Chorus x1: Maxminelli] |
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The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit |
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You only live once that's how its cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed lets get tore up! |
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[Verse 1: Young Bleed] |
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The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin, |
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You gotta know a nigga yearnin, |
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Niggaz stole from the stop an go, |
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An seperate my weed from the seeds, |
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An roll an optimo, |
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An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy, |
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An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy, |
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Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it, |
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I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin, |
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While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five, |
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All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside, |
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Got yo mouth wide, |
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Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga |
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Or hurt somethin nigga, |
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Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough, |
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Quick on the draw like the last outlaw, |
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Killin 'em softly, |
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Hollerin dawg get off me, |
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Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip, |
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An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga, |
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But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit, |
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She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it, |
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Ya heard me fool, |
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Only cool dawg puttin it down, |
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Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggaz say. |
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[chorus x2] |
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[Verse 2: Young Bleed] |
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I'm gettin blind, juss for piece of mind, |
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Call it a crime, cuz I'm steady dodgin one time, |
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An eye for an eye, |
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Tryin to survive in this life of sin, niggaz can't win, |
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Steady ballin, but fallin, |
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Slowly but surely livin non-holy |
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Down an dirty by my stress, but that's |
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The way it is when you livin nappy like that, |
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Afrodizeact, chroniac, an phat chronic sack, |
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Make you react, an flash back, reachin for yo gat, parinoid, |
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Tattoo an scar playin the cards you dealt, |
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Ain't nothin left, but to go forself, |
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Life in the ghetto, |
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Ask no questions tell no lies, livin uncivilized, |
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Until you realize, you stuck still paralyzied, |
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Full of that weed, an a shadow of doubt |
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Wit out, cloudy can't tryin to figure who it tell on, |
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The pistol packin Jesse James got the precious 9 for center snipe, |
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Tryin to maintain, the ways of the game, |
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Plain an simple, pop a pimple on the face of the earth, |
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An keep bailin, ain't no tellin who the next to be a felon, |
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Nigga look keyed, he wiped the blood, sweat an tears of fear, |
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They got me in here, tryin to steer clear, |
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Hollin bout. |
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[chorus x2] |
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[Verse 3: Young Bleed] |
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Criminal minded, you've been blinded, |
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Lookin for a way to get out, but can't find it, |
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Stop tryin, daily, |
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But it's like you'd rather play me, |
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Instead of pay me,(say what?)for my brush, |
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Got me stressin wit a Smith an Wesson, |
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Never good for rushin in police protect me, ugh, |
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So what's a young nigga to do, at age 22 |
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It's you against me, an me against you, |
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To be continued as life goes on, in the panic zone, |
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Searchin for the twilight, we learned to fly by night, |
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Gettin high as a kite, takin a bite, outta crime, |
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Design, the shadow man came an losin all state of mind, |
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An blind to the fact, gettin money for crack, an powder, |
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Money an power every hour, on the hour, |
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A coward dies a thousand deaths, |
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But a soldier dies once, |
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Incarcerated, menatatin like a monk, |
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Wit visions of prisons, for livin life do or die on the street, |
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Man doubtin the world wit funk beats, |
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Holdin my heat, |
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Smokin on a blunt, waitin for the first of the month, ta watch the |
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Jackers get clunked in this mutha fucka. |
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We don't stop, an we don't quit, |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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An say we don't stop an we don't quit, |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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Cuz Lay Low don't stop an he don't quit |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit, |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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An Big Happy don't stop an he don't quit |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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An Young Bleed don't stop an he don't quit |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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Cuz C-Loc don't stop an he don't quit |
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Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit |
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(what ya got) makin money |
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(get them thangs when a nigga come up) make money, make money |
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You only live once that's how it's cut, |
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So where the weed Young Bleed let's get tore up |
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Yeah, tryin to tell you, cuz we the sickest god damn it [echos off] |
