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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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Do you see what |
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I see, can you hear what |
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I hearAll these studio gangsters, year after year |
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With these gimmicks |
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I can't take it |
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They ain't real so they fakin' it |
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How did they make it in this game for so long? |
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I know what's right from what's wrong |
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I know what's soft from what's hard |
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I know a federal case, from a publicity charge |
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Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail |
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But hoes wanna go to court 'til |
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I pay them for they nails |
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Who you tryin to be? |
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Man it couldn't be me |
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My man spent guap and bought me my |
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Continental |
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TYou spent your advance on your |
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Continental |
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TI know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a |
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BeeAnd we see you a liar, tryin to deny her |
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Jackie O, proved you far from a fighter |
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Comin' at me bitch you playin' with fire |
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I ain't gon' come back at you |
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I'm comin' at your ghostwriters |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material |
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But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible |
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The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you' |
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Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical |
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Shots get into you bleedin' like my menstrual |
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And if I don't like you then |
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I will pretend to |
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It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you |
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In the court of law and drop a dime like |
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Sprint doSupposed to be tough huh? ' |
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Til them boys touch ya |
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Chump muh'fuckers start confessin' like |
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UsherI cut you off 'cause |
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I knew I couldn't trust ya |
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Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers |
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You fake phony, you always was lil' homey |
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Big lil' son bab' boy like |
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JodyI put you under my wing, bought you your first |
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RoleyNigga |
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I helped raised you, why would |
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I play you? |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |
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You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that |
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How they knife game ill and they gun go clap |
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Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap' |
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Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back |
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It be the same ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin' |
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The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin' |
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A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin' |
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They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards |
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Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers |
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Always was a bitch that's why |
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I sent his ass flowers |
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Thanks to the |
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Queen he can share 'em with his team |
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You can run top speed but you can't dodge the beam |
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Got a clean sixteen and my spit game mean |
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Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems |
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You act like you don't know what side of town this realer |
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Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers |
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When the sun goes down and them guns come out |
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Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth |
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When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop) |