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You should be accountable for the sins |
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You commit when behind the computer |
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I don't see why these mothafuckas don't get it, I'm livid |
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When a youngster trying to punk ya, like he wanna thump ya |
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But it's something he twitted |
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Tweeted, when the F.U.N. come ya done agreed it |
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Get a lump some you gonna need it |
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When I'm heated |
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You don't wanna go to war with a thug who succeeded |
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I'm not, the bigger person in person this music grind stops |
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When niggas first in the cursin' |
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You're choosin' N9ne's block |
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57 jerkin' your curtain Missouri crime dot |
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Both workin' turfs I be lurkin'! |
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In case ya be, in a bit of hate and you wake |
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And become an enemy the date should be late |
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With the brotha's memory, the Yates, nobody's safe, its how its finna be |
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You said that your gonna rape my daughters then cut their arteries? |
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Would a father be honored? We'd be slobbering to cut your water streams! |
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Nigga, so while you hidin behind yo' tweets |
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I be findin out yo' street |
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Cause all that flyin out yo' beak, nigga |
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I'm a real one, rhyme without no beat |
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Say \"Fuck N9ne!\" and I'll go weak, you just lyin out yo' teeth nigga! |
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I can only take so much |
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Why don't you think if you threaten me then I'll bust |
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It'd be different if you stepped to me then get touched |
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A REAL ONE! Ain't nobody iller |
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Don't make me call on my guerillas |
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Cause what ya say might leak through |
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Watch what you say when you speak to |
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A REAL ONE! And ain't nobody realer |
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If I'm hurtin' then you can feel a nigga, who's inside out |
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Think about we'll be comin at ya' mouth |
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If ya doubt, I'm a Real one |
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As real as they come, been me since day won |
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Good heart in my chest, good smoke in my lungs |
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Good head on my shoulders, stand in front of my soldiers |
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Never let anyone hold us, think back when a wiseman told us |
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That \"Life ain't about the destination, it's the journey,\" |
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Fulfill one mission, get a new vision, this envision burning |
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Maintain determined, distinguish gentlemen with a regular person |
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Energy over my veins, got my things hangin' I'm turnin' |
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Run with a Strange gang and I'm certain |
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They get things changed in that verdict |
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Lifted, DIBKIS nigga hundred percent |
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Of it all real if he comin at me sideways |
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Thinkin' that I will not kill, you trippin' |
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Been like that ain't, nothin' different |
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In a position throne like I'm sittin' |
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Can't get pissed with consistent dissin' |
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Fuck that, where they do that at, see a nigga act unchristian |
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I'm unstable, just ask Krizz then |
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When I flip, so it get to sic'n |
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Niggas ain't takin' food up outta my kitchen |
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I'm aiming at you, cowards |
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Don't stand in the way, get devoured |
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That's word to Jesse Deuce Howard |
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Extensive time on these lines |
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Obsessive with mine, and I rhyme |
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Express what I find, when I'm tryna access my mind |
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I'm here with Tech, Tech, Tech N9NE!!! |
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If that upsets you then fine |
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Too sensitive, busy cryin, nigga bout' to get left behind |
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Expensive wine on the table |
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In the atmosphere of a winner |
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Celebratin' that I'm drinkin' like fuck it I'm on a bender |
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Havin' the time of my life hope I sober up and remember |
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Keep it all Strange, brody, and its only gonna get bigger |
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Animosity, we don't need it |
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But the botchery in your tweet it |
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Really bothered me cause your seated |
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Hell up off of me or delete it |
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But its irkin' me cause you said it |
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Wasn't givin' a fuck when you read it |
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If all of you mothafuckas was accountable |
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For givin the negative all of it would be debted, dead |
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So watch that evil shit you spread |
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I'm a real one so I feel some hurtin' pain then I go shed |
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Yeah, so don't back off when I respond |
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And take yo cap off when I go Nam' |
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So when you jackoff I'm on yo lawn, mothafucker! |
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I'm a real guy. Just cause you made me a star |
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Don't make me a bigger person. When you say somethin disrespectful to me |
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I'm gonna react in the same way that a regular person |
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Would act on the street. It don't matter If you buyin' my records or whatever |
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I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck... I got feelings too |
