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Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs |
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They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns |
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In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung |
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But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run |
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The fuck you think you foolin dog? |
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I live this shit |
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I know it when niggaz fake it - |
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I live this shit |
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You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot |
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Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got |
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I'm sayin that to say this - |
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I can plot those hits |
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I'm connected in every city on capo shit |
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I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties |
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A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die |
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Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts |
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You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck |
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Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real |
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You a target, niggaz in |
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Houston want you killed |
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Facemob until it's over, |
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Southside the pipes |
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Dirty Third in this bitch, |
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J. Prince for life |
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Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit |
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Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit[Chorus - Scarface] |
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I never snitch, |
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I never lie |
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I'm not a bitch, |
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I rather die |
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Can't nothin change me, not even time |
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I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2][Beanie Siegel] |
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Facemob! Yeah |
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B. Sieg baby, |
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I'm back up in this bitch like what |
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Fresh out the pen, once again |
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I'm here to grab my nuts |
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I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff |
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Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks |
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Who raised you niggaz? |
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Yo father probably hate yo guts |
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Mad he didn't double up, and that |
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Lifestyle bust |
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Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you |
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Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you |
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What? If you don't like what |
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I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude |
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Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude |
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Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you |
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Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do? |
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They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest |
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Then have you talkin (Through The Wire) like |
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Kanye West |
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To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues |
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Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?) |
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I never snitch[Chorus x2][The Game] |
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Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face |
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No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe |
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All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed |
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JakeSam, Curtis or |
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Alpo belong in the same place |
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A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped |
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Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste |
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I leave you bleedin like ya period came late |
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Red bandana on, call that my |
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Game FaceNiggaz come in all shapes |
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Some snitches wear |
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Reeboks, some wear |
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Bathing Apes |
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Sometimes they |
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Crip niggaz, other times |
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PiruAnd some snitch niggaz look just like you |
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I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies |
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G-Rock, B- |
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Mase, and |
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O.G. TonyBefore |
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I have the police run in ya house |
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I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers[Chorus to fade] |
