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(Singer) oohhhh(hold note) |
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(Voice) Tell'em where you come in tell that fake ****** where you come in |
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(Singer) oohhhh(hold note) |
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(Voice) Yall ******* ******z is jealous I see a whole bunch of suckers |
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Verse one |
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Won't you ******s take a look at a real thug |
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and see why ya ******* get suspicious and peal |
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slugs at me til the day I die high mutha****** tryin' |
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to think of somethin' other then dyin' |
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what the ****** could you do me? but laugh and diss |
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stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this |
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I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze |
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'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's |
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I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you ******* made |
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jealous ass ******s, switchin' up like a switch blade |
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life is what you make it, I'm make it in ****** |
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my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope |
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it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay |
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from escapade, profess you chest and laid |
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put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash |
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in other words, keep your *******t ******ed shootin' |
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for cash |
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Chorus |
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(Singer)- Life ain't what, it used to be |
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babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin' |
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will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light? |
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the world is changin' |
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Verse two |
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My next kin to crew, is a selected few |
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if you don't ****** wit me, they won't bust at you |
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I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back |
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in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack |
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are Russian war, kick it they ******* and ******'em all |
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? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all |
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yall ******s goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas |
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come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life |
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talkin' slick, after tellin' me that ******* was ya wife |
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so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me |
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I write a letter to my un-born child |
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and tell my baby girl to smile for me |
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Chorus |
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Verse three |
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Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's |
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on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz |
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approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard |
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better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you |
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and it your folks hard, that Henny mix |
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rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin' |
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cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha |
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Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs |
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puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer |
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look at her wiggle, and don't touch her |
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must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her |
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you ain't a playa(******), while you ridin' a ******* |
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and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched |
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once she go thug, so always be thugged |
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remember that son, all I want is action |
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won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west |
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got me packed and stressed, but through the pain |
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all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness |
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why don't you ******s, take a look at a real thug |
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and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god |
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Chorus |
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Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace |
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(Makaveli to don) |
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(Singer)- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light |
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the world is changin', ooohhhhh |
