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What up Welcome to |
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New Orleans |
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Where police are corrupt |
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And niggas with no money die at the ages between 15 and 21 |
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But see me? |
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I made up my mind a long time ago that |
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I'd never fall into that system |
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I'm a hustle till |
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I get enough, then |
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I'm a get out |
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But you know what? |
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I got caught up. |
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Started fiending for that shit. |
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So now anything you sell, any corner you work for, remember that's my shit |
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I could take it from you any time |
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I want to |
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As long as you know that, |
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I won't have to make an example outta you. |
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Remember, |
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That's the words of |
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Fiend [chorus] |
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I say the streets ain't safe |
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I know I could be a goner |
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Tryin' to make a million dealin' around the corner |
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And nigga |
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Fiend know one day he's gonna have to die |
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But What? nigga |
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What? And with my gat on my side, |
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I'm still gonna be the baddest alive(alive) |
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I'm an automatic pistol bustin' |
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He laughs, screamin' down to the haters |
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Caution his lies knowin' he gonna pay for it later |
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But Fiend...?...of bieng the baddest |
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Later On, |
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Never to go, just mama command us |
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Nigga no heat advantage, stay hustlin' livin for the day |
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Robbin' to the way in the allyway, that soldier ain't prayin' |
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Forgive me, |
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I almost waited for my breed to help me |
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They won't doubt me so |
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I'm a take somethin to get wealthy |
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Healthy, young, got a gun ain't afraid to lose it |
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This corner, |
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I'm about to lose it. |
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It's life |
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I ain't choosin' |
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I was placed here, a nigga before me was erased here |
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Killa face fear but |
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I plans to make and count cake here |
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Get down and show me you're |
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Bout It Come and take what |
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I took That chef was paddin' the way you got the face of a crook |
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Project walls shook, until |
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Fiend's Spirit rose in me |
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I chose to "G", |
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Wait until the world get a load of me [chorus] |
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Lord they know i don't fuck around |
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Livin' every day like my last |
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It's a damn shame the dirt |
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I done did for the cash |
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Is it my fault? |
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Makin' sure my hood gonna eat |
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Not seein' defeat, nigga |
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I just stood to my feet |
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Cocked every rock that |
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I had, Cooked all the dope |
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I could cook |
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Took a glance at my family, like it was the final look |
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Sellin' the shit |
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I stole Have mercy on my soul |
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And these shops about to be closed |
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Cause Fiend about to roll |
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This ain't no war to stage |
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Feel the wrath and my rage |
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It's bieng displayed |
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At the effect of poverty's case |
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This ain't no phase, |
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I'm trapped with that want to live |
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To protect mine, |
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I miss you with rounds of hot shit |
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My glock eat it, the only talkin' that you get in verbal |
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And the way of my pain, so for |
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God we gonna hurt you |
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It ain't personal, with the thought of playin with my math |
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Can get that ass in an unending bloodbath(bloodbath) [chorus] |
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My life has seen shit like this. |
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I got to much will invested |
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Fuck open chested, me and my workers bullet proof vested |
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Suggested cause my least worry is bieng arrested |
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Upset with cause more these niggas done probably confessed it |
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See I'm blessed with the game, |
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Came along with my name |
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Tested for fame, |
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Pushin' out crack cocaine |
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But watch the pain and strange thangs happen for greenary |
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And involves seein' me, nigga windex ya scenary |
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Believe in me is one thing, seein' is another |
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If I'd have known what i know now, |
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I wouldn't have lost my brother |
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Streets got death to offer to you fast or slow |
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But some stash you're doe, you could see the casket front row |
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I know cause |
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I done seen some casualties burn |
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Plagued ? |
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So now them niggas gonna learn |
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It's my turn |
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So when the courts ask for a plea |
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My answer is they fucked up and made a nigga like me [chorus] 3 |
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