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It's danger in the streets these days |
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Man how the fuck am |
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I gon' keep me paid? |
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Believe me mayne; if |
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I got to die |
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I got to go |
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This was all never sure cause danger life |
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I knowIt was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank |
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Smoke and listen to the |
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Isleys sang |
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Would I ride the same? |
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Dawg, probably not |
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Laid back reminiscin on the times |
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I shotDare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots |
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If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got |
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I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thankerthat would hesitate to aim and see the chamber |
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Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from |
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You can hide but you cain't run |
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Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped |
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And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got[Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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This is not a game |
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Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs |
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Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs |
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Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang[Scarface] |
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Now analyzin all the wrong |
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I've doneI'm surprised |
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I ain't dead |
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I guess the good die young |
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I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why runfrom a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun |
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We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga |
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I'm a shooter |
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If I show |
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I got a pistol best believe |
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I'ma shoot astupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down |
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Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth |
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And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper |
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Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet |
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Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show |
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I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go |
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And I won't shed tears, |
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I'm respected here |
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And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear |
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I rejected fear; and |
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I don't wanna be another second here |
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But the question is, is he lettin me live?[Chorus][Scarface] |
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Right here the pros and cons |
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Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm |
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They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on |
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My Sunday |
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School teacher taught us |
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Job in songs, another soul is gone |
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She couldn't have told me shit |
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Cause all |
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I wanna do right here is fold me grip |
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And she talks to me in codes and all |
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I know is bricks |
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Learn how to rock me up an |
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O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks |
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So now I plead my case |
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The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe |
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My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face |
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But I'm not gon' squeal so |
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I'ma need my space, back up |
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I need my space |
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Momma ain't raised no rat |
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The word got back and niggaz paid for that |
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Yo' ass got served and never made it back |
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Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack |
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That's how the game is played[Chorus] |