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Ollie ollie, oxen free |
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Like one, two, three |
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Red light, green light, one, two, three |
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Yo, I pop six boxes, play some scalezes, uh |
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Pitch the ball, |
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I'ma smack that shit |
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Yeah, ohh, goin', goin' |
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Yeah, yeah, what up son? |
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Yo, I got this twenty two nigga play me like |
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Nah, I ain't got no bullets |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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Top two for five, three for five, we rollin' |
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Now I'm in too deep |
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Only sixteen already hold a name in the street |
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Makin' the fifth scream, rockin' older niggas to sleep |
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Make a fiend strip naked, 'cuz he owed for a week |
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Now the Squad's gettin' recognized, supplyin' connects with pies |
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Pumpin' pounds of weight, nigga like exercise |
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Joe been over quarter five with dope and homicide |
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Long before |
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Charlie got knocked, until |
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Madonna died |
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Young and not givin' a fuck |
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There ain't a nigga |
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I ain't hit when |
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I buck and left 'em shit outta luck |
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I'ma gangsta like my daddy was, hittin' number spots |
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Sendin' me to my room while he was puffin' pot |
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Still I use to peak from the door, couldn't believe what |
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I sawStacks of money on the bed and the floor |
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It wasn't long til' |
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I did what he did |
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I was an innocent kid and got exposed to the life that he lived |
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I went from grams into |
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O's, pounds to bricks |
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On the strip pimpin' hoes on some |
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Goldie shit |
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I'ma gangsta by destiny, |
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OG's selected me |
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I earned my spot, my whole team elected me |
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Gangsta, gangsta |
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I wanna be a gangsta |
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My daddy was a gangsta |
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Gangsta, gangsta |
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I wanna be a gangsta |
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My daddy was a gangsta(Yeah, unh, yo, unh) |
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Here goes this chick doing ten in the bing |
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But 'less we rhyme time we see her do it again |
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She started out fuckin' dudes that resembled her father |
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Mom knew shoulda schooled her, but the bitch didn't bother |
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You couldn't blame her 'cuz she got it from her |
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She was a rider from jump, her pop's died in the hands of a chump |
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Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl |
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Now she's rockin' bandanas, no more |
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Shirley Temple girl |
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Now she be runnin' wit some scramblers that be down in |
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AlabamaPackin' twin hammers, screamin', "Life doesn't matter" |
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It's a vicious cycle, her game is pretendin' to like you |
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Thinkin' you gettin' head, but she's just duckin' so they can snipe you |
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Movin' from state to state, runnin' everythin' from guns to trains |
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And pushin' packs from eight to eight |
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You know I can't say her name, but she was a looker |
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Pretty thin', such a shame how this life has took her |
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Now she's raisin' |
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Hell in the cell, no more his are hollerin' |
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You might suffer the same fate if you repeat the followin' |
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Sell drugs, use drugs, get caught up in the mix |
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End up locked up or dead in a casket, that's it |
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Gangsta, gangsta |
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I wanna be a gangsta |
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My daddy was a gangsta |
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Gangsta, gangsta |
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I wanna be a gangsta |
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My daddy was a gangsta |