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Hail mary from the graves, the |
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Lord is with thee |
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Bless these thugs (Uuuugh) as we ride (As we ride) |
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Good side, bad side[Master P] |
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Til death do us part we gon thug to the end |
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See I got you my ****** from the streets to the pen |
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We all family so you know that |
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I careAnd if you need me my ****** just know that |
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I'm there[Chorus] |
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I'll ride for you boy (My ******) |
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See I'll die for you boy (My ******) |
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Throw em up high for you boy (My ******) |
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And let em fly for you boy (My ******)[Master P] |
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Them boyz can't stop us |
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They got us loadin em choppaz |
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They wanna do it come pop it |
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Man we see em we drop em |
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That's the life of a thug we wild out in them clubs |
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T-*******rts and du-rags show my ******z some love |
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And them fools can't fade us, man these streets they made us |
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I guess I'm new and they hate us but these ******es can't play us |
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I live the life of a rida, |
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I'm a soldier to the end |
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From the streets to the hood to the grave or the pen[Chorus][Master P] |
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Gold teets and tats, we strapped with gats |
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Trucks and sport cars spinnin on 24 rats |
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Got a mean ****** facin ****** 20 to life |
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Now his kids with no father, figure they can't sleep at night |
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And the lawyer told his baby momma he ain't comin home for the summer |
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Man she pawned all his jewelry and got rid of the hummer |
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They shot my cousin |
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Forty then they called me, told me he'd make it |
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But my aunt, she got a bad heart, |
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I know she can't take it |
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My momma stared at the walls and waited for me to come home |
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I must be here for a reason, why did |
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I live this long? |
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They took my brother |
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Kevin, may he rest in peace |
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Ad me and |
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Silkk won't be the same til she murder free[Chorus x2][Afficial] |
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Ghetto soldiers gone to war, you gone but not forgotten |
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This is more than a song, ******z is still plottin |
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I'm reminiscen, clouds dark while it rain pour |
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Ain't nutin changed we can still hustle by the same store |
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My boy grown so y'all can fill in the blank |
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My label a gas station ******z fill in the tank |
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You see my team and we spit it the hardest |
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Still runnin wit my pop's old advice, finish *******t if you started it |
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So we live life on the edge now |
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And shots hurt so a 40 under my *******rt until |
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I'm dead now |
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I got real ******z ridin wit me |
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And so you know that it ain't a small task if you try and get me[Chorus x2] |
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New No Limit |
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Only (My ****** [x8]) |