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Verse one |
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You can't even picture tho' |
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examples and ******t ya wrote |
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I run up on ya ****** ass fast and slit ya throat |
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carry my weight like luggage my bone is thuggish ruggish |
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it's on from storm I'm wearin' the teflon vest |
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rest in born in rubbish free spots and Ez spots |
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rock like Holly Mzots one of the top notches of the block |
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and I hardly touch my Pz knots three point five |
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thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live |
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I flip, tell'em ******t to Nix |
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hang ya picture, throw'em all that |
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sippin' on that, you ain't hard that |
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ah, you fallin' to buildin' |
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I'm like where's ya heart at |
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I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk |
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Cuz, ****** wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town |
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and get torn apart, times wastin' |
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Chorus |
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(Singer)- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on |
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bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you ******t off |
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how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x) |
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(Fatal talkin' over chorus) |
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It's no way out the game |
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you can't see it |
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Verse two |
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The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks |
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writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep |
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I handle mics, like Hardaway |
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and never get stripped, bust ya boy ******t |
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when he ridin' on my ****** |
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***** ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes |
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grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine |
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I murder *****z, like you on the humble tip |
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and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull ******t |
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they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies |
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thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely |
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***** me, just stuck me like you wanna love |
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I play every co'na , and ain't a damn ***** stuck me |
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I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe |
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beatin' down slow, cuz you *****z, don't know |
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Chorus (2x) |
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Verse three |
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Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board |
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my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar |
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I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me |
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frontin', and say they dumped at me |
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but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick |
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have ******t, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid |
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when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block |
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I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce |
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on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top |
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I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi |
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***** watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey |
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told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber |
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slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya |
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leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas |
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don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned |
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these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady |
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if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin' |
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Chorus (4.5x) |
