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作曲 : Barber, Beale, Cooper, Cox. K. ... |
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(feat. Prince Ital Joe, The Outlawz) |
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(Intro: Bad Azz) |
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Hennesy |
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Freeride in the house |
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Busta Ass |
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(Kastro) |
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Outlawz |
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(Bad Azz) |
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Outlawz hooked up with that ************* Bad Azz |
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Makin' cash, mother****** |
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(Prince Ital Joe) |
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See them runnin, |
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************* up us by them thug life control |
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How should the thugster |
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Must be in the area |
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Outlaw does the law |
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Dept on the gangsta |
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When's Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya |
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(Verse 1: Napolean) |
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Well since a young age |
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I'll been thugged out to the fullest |
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*************s strap now |
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You don't want me dead |
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Gimme that, I'll bet I'll pull it |
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Cause since a young age |
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I been starvin' |
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*************s say hungry |
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****** around with the lonely |
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You couldn't ************* around with the phony |
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In this life I lead |
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************* hustle |
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At a crack speed and I dig greed |
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************* makin' friends respectfully |
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I will cry for you at your murder scene |
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This Napolean |
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But he got quick, don't strike first, it's on again |
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In the shoe son |
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Mo' stash son |
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At least pretend he born away |
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This Outlawz, thug don't see |
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************* around you when I see |
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Your family, all the century |
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Matter of fact ************* only mention me |
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I'm comatosed |
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I'm stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest |
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At a overdose of bullets |
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And tell your ************* ass, shall pull it |
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You shouldn't ************* around |
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With the wrong *************s |
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At the wrong time |
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At the wrong place |
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You shouldn't ************* with some Outlawz |
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Bad Boy killers |
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Puffy and Ma$e |
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(Verse 2: Kastro) |
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I'm a soldier |
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Sober |
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Even when I'm over |
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Smoked out, drunk and plus ******' on the sofa |
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In the Ghetto |
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You jellow, heart full of yellow |
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You thugged out, all bugged out |
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And can't settle |
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Word up |
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That's worth to me and all I love |
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My *************'s stuck in the dirt |
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******' the world and can't bust |
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Back to the lab |
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Back to the bed |
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Born oven |
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You's a fag |
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Movin' fast |
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Happy ass, gone lucky |
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Picture this |
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A ************* get blissed to remeniss |
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************* a ho |
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************* her slow |
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Put a strong in a stramp |
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It's me |
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Drunk as can be, on a humble |
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I *************t piss and piss *************t |
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************* till my ************* crumble |
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My life, full of the worst |
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To imagine |
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Me in struggle like a magnet |
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Outlaw ill savage |
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My time |
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Step on the grind, wouldn't mind |
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My life full of late nights |
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My time wont provide |
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(Chorus x2: Bad Azz) |
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This life of mine |
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Were only time on my side till I die |
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Gettin' high, |
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waste of time |
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Livin' blind by the light |
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Gettin' by |
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The best way I can in these times |
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And it hurts to know my life ain't really mine |
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(Verse 3: E.D.I) |
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Now the custom my kind are |
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They label me a product |
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Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride up |
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End on drippin' blood |
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Like survive and I would |
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It's the wild, wild Westside |
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Best to recollect |
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Collect your toys |
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Try not to get too high |
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Off the live here |
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Cause the crime seen to be you |
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Pride to the fight |
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You was yappin' |
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Now you see through |
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I fillst the evil |
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As soon as I enter the section |
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But I'm a renegade |
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Made of the days I remember |
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Ment to only live my life strife free |
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But *************s like me |
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Want mo' hood |
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So we kick in the do' |
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Screamin' Outlawz |
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We outsmart hoes |
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With Bad Azz fo' sho |
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Get yours |
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Get the ************* off |
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And flow |
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(Verse 4: Young Noble) |
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Yo |
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I'm hardly livin' |
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A ************* di*************n' that I should be in |
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Stuck in a hole |
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The world put me in |
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*************verin' |
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They sayin' thugs ain't citizens |
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In the civilized world among us |
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So world of hunger |
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If they could |
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They take the world from us |
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And who I mean by they, teachers |
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Who don't believe in his students |
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Preachers who take the money |
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And turns folks us to use 'em |
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Crooked cops who blast *************s |
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For thinkin' guns from ruthless |
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Politicians and bad lords, |
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knowin' their mother******g choosers |
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Who the ************* they done to roof us |
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They made a ************* snap |
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With bigger gaps and quicker raps |
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A ************* nasty perhaps |
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Brief pass me the strap |
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Either the Glock or one of the Gauges |
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Tryin' to stab me or not |
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On a plot or rockin' stages |
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Pac raised us |
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Soldier never let these ******' cops cage us |
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Sayin' we all lost souls |
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And they can't save us |
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Son is outrages |
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A faded ass like me |
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Sayin' Outlawz is no more |
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Thinkin' we all got killed |
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But we been on the day |
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Mother****** thought you was on to me |
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************* you |
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Air police, I'm warrent free |
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(Verse 5: Bad Azz) |
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Occupation sayin' Occupie |
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Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine |
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******in' nine up in these times |
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Ain't no stoppin' mine |
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Keep in mind |
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seek and find the streets' greedy thugs |
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Heat takes souls away |
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It's no love |
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Drugs help me cope with no hope |
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It's like stressin' |
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Smoke a sassin |
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Can't find no bomb **** |
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Continue to pear |
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For steppin' with conceal weapons |
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Catchin' cases is in |
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In off the cell that you sleapped in |
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Lowlifes and big bold letters |
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Blocked up |
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A half a key rocked up |
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I had your ass shot up |
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I keep dust kicked up |
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And that's another how you ************* wheels |
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Born to cause luck |
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These Outlawz they too much |
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Rust to the front |
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And get touched |
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And it was sluts who hit ya |
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Go tell 'em |
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Suck ************* and tap |
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It's the only thing we sell 'em |
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Catch bullets as they hell 'em |
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And guess what |
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************* I stay bailin', yellin' |
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Rider die |
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Get richer stay high |
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In this life of mine |
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Gone were I don't care, I don't care |
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(Prince Ital Joe) |
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Gunshots |
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They tell 'em you go ruff |
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Gangsta |
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Buck, buck |
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Yeah Bad Azz |
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I'm gonna take sence |
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Cause it's like respect it |
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Respect in every aspect, |
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that gone to be a suspect |
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*************, ************* |
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Gunshots |
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(Outlawz) |
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Outlawz |
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What you think about ridin' |
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You see |
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Here |
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We over here |
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Thug Pound rock |
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Fo sho |
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They never quit |
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Bad Az |