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H to the motherfuckin' K |
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A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay |
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Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees |
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TRU to the game and gone off that Dank weed |
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Shoot a nigga up in the middle of the sunset |
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And when you ride through the town you better wear your vest |
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Real East Bay gangsta, the P is not a prankster |
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Put the nina to your a jaw and watch a nigga gank ya |
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See it's a turf thing, fools like to gangbang |
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Russian roullete, put the Glock to your dome man |
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And if a fool live he have shit in his pants |
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Just seen the devil, taught you how to dirty dance |
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Merri D whip the beat up just like some dope |
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I put the lyrics in the chamber and watch that ass get smoked |
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99 ways to die, survival of the fittest |
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Only one way to stay alive |
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99 ways to die, survival of the fittest |
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Only one way to stay alive |
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99 ways to die, survival of the fittest |
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Only one way to stay alive |
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[Master P] |
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Head for the 94, P got that deuce deuce |
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Homies better run, gon' like psycho ready to bust a few |
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23rd street, I'm posted in the cut |
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Southside of the Rich, TRU don't give a fuck |
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Caught a fool slippin', tryin' to slang them Coca leaves |
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Mark's gettin' smoked in my hood like some Dank weed |
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My homie little Rich got the shotgun ready to bust a cap |
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Duct tape around your mouth motherfucker did you ??? |
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Ain't nobody trippin', caught that ass slippin' |
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Dumpin' bullets in your back like young Scottie Pippen |
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Niggas in the truck, with automatics |
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5 g's ready to roll up on your ass from some static |
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Fry that ass like Wendy's, where they fry fuckin' burgers |
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Well done drippin' in blood cause that's the way I serve ya |
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No lettuce or tomato, just straight lead |
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When people straight clip three bullets to your head |
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[Master P] |
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Blood drippin' from my nose, I'm in a cold sweat |
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I done smoked this fool, can't sleep I need a cigarette |
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O.G. but it's time for me to put in work |
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I mean cock the trigger, time to do my own dirt |
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King guard the window, I toss and turn in my sleep |
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Silkk hand on the pump, I hear the fuckin' police |
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It's my time to come, i'm going out like Kadafi |
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Jumped out the window ain't nobody gonna stop me |
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Still have fuckin' blood on my hands from the torture |
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??? with the motherfucker that I thought ya |
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Cause it's slaughter in the dope game |
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Have you ever held the hands of a dead man |
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It's serious G , I can't sleep though |
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And I'm gone on that motherfuckin' Indo |
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You gotta stay strapped |
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Ain't no time to blank |
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Niggas in my hood left dead with they corpses' stank |
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Black-on-black crimes it's all about the dividends |
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The government fed dope to my hood to make us kill again |
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Fake D.A., feds on my fuckin' case |
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Just like the ??? man, fuck the yellow tape |
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I'm out on 50 g's and that's real |
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And the sucka that snitched on the P, got his cap peeled |
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[Chorus] |
