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I'm gonna fix this shit in '96 |
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Facemob in the motherfuckin' house, the g b |
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For the 1990-3-3, you know what i'm sayin' |
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Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin', what the fuck?! |
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Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up |
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Put him outside his innerself |
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Took his lifeline from him |
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Never got the chance to see who done it |
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Just niggas runnin', breakin' to they shit |
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Befoe' the gun, put they ass up in the mix |
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And all i seen was him, laid out chokin' |
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Eyes to the back of his head, wide open |
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And i'm hopin' that they don't find the killer |
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Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers |
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But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed |
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As they gaze at the corpse |
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Before they drop him in the grave [get paid] |
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That's all he spoke, lights out at your part |
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That's all she wrote |
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Everybody got a time and a place they die |
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But if your out there crowdin' up your space, it fly, i |
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(chorus) x2 |
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Hold it down, gang type mobbin' |
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4 5 packin' knuckleheads mackin' jackers that want to try |
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If life was a game, that money could buy |
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The rich niggas would live |
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And the po' niggas would die |
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Way down in the south, deep, on the creep |
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There was a monkey tryin' to step on big ol' (??) feet |
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Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt |
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Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt |
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What it look like? |
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On the south side ti be hoppin' |
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Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin' |
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I got him on the camera, fuckin' thief wanna check mail? |
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Shot him now another bitch is waitin' just to exhale |
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But oh well, it's murder, tell me have you heard her? |
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4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve y'all |
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Meanwhile, i'ma tell y'all all just what i hate |
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A fool that want to pop lip |
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To turn and shake and gyrate, as i |
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Chorus |
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Up in the set you see me robbin' |
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Sippin' on the hennessey |
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Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy |
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Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep |
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Slowly, they movin' closer so i taps my peeps |
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I'm 'bout to take this hoe down like a frisco |
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But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls |
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I test those who ain't never seen me jump |
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Light they ass up like funk cause i ain't scared of you punk |
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Motherfuckas that think, i'll pull this trigga and blink |
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Leave they ass to stank, then i down a whole drank |
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Understand, i'm out the do' tag they toe and leave 'em rottin' |
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Cause up in this game (?????) aim and you forgotten |
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I'm moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors |
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And i catch those tryin to escape |
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Where they goin? up out the back door |
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And i'm at your head, wit a .38 |
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Ready to murder, straight through your chest |
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Wit no time to waste, i |
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Chorus x2 |
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Look at him, bleedin from the mob |
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There goes another nigga, gone |
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Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home |
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Niggas can't get along, specially at the clubs |
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Tryin to fuck these same bitches |
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Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts |
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I just look as i drink my drink and i (?????) |
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All of a sudden (????) |
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Goddamn there they go wit all that shit |
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Shankin and shootin and squabblin |
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But you know i'm holdin it down |
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Gang type mobbin |
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I'm havin bad luck willie |
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Feelin like i lost my dog |
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Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone |
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Ain't no tommorrow, i gots ta get some more today |
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Spray, all thats in my way if he don't mob this way |
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I'm sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and |
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Hearin that you holdin what we did |
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Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end |
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Come again come come niggas get toasted |
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Oven roasted, evenly burnt i pour the syrup |
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And leave em turned up |
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Is this that motherfuckin p a y |
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Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it |
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You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe |
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You see it and start runnin but can't run all night |
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Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit |
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Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did |
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[its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize |
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What you (????)] |
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And i'm |
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Chorus x2 |
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The rich niggas will live |
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The poor niggas will die |
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So i guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich |
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Is that how it goes? |
