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How cool is gang banging? |
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It's love when you and your homies hanging huh? |
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Your uncles had did it so it's a chain reaction |
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Relate to your homies because them two are bastards |
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Feel that your hood colour look good in |
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JordansStriking your name on the wall to feel important |
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Banging on niggaz hoping they push a line |
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Say the wrong street corner it's go time |
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But ignorance is bliss because them fists are soon gon' turn into a bullet |
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If the index finger pull it cameras coming for the footage |
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Channel 9, |
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Channel 11, |
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Aiming Nines, |
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Mack 11Another baby for the reverend |
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Another casket takin action |
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In a matter of a second nothing matters when you reppin for your turf |
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Hold it down, have heart - |
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Put in work |
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That's the moral of the story when you're worried and you're wicked |
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And your mental never get it |
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It's a sickness when you kill your own kind[Chorus:] |
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Different names different sides |
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But I could see it in your eyes |
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That you're (just like me) and |
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I'm (just like you) |
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Your (just like me) n |
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I'm (I'm just like you) |
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It's up to you to decide |
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How your gonna change your life |
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Your (just like me) n |
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I'm (just like you) |
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Your (just like me) n |
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I'm (just like you) |
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How cool is selling drugs? |
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It's love when you and yours is making bucks huh? |
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Your uncles was hustlin' so it's a chain reaction |
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Risking somebody's house just to get it cracking |
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Now everybody see you as a |
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D-BoyYou shinning bright now |
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It was hard to be a decoy |
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Serving them junkies to get some quick cash |
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To give to your mama because she doing bad |
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Now bitches on yo dick and niggaz got their hands out like you holding something |
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If you don't look out for nothin |
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Knock, knock, knock the feds are coming |
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You ain't even really thinking |
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Cause your mind is on the money |
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Jealous niggaz politicking on the plot to leave you bloody. |
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But your blinded because you shinning fiend want another hit |
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So you serve him 30 minutes |
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He O.D. off the shit |
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That's the moral of the story when you're greedy and you're wicked |
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But your mind will never get it |
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It's a sickness when you kill your own kind[Chorus] |
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You ever throw your life away? |
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On this gang banging shit went off your brothers face |
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Or perhaps living in the fast lane |
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Selling drugs poisoning peoples brains |
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It's just a thought but don't stress it man |
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Just know somebody's mama out there sufferin' |
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Because she lost her baby to a stray bullet |
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Feel victim from all this gang shooting |
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Mmm mmmMan these niggaz out here walling |
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All the hooping and the hallan |
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Man, you rather sell some pot instead trying hit college |
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Where is all these father figures he either dead or locked in violents |
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Yet your mom never promised my nigga |
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I'm being honest |
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Better wake up fast |
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Last of a dying breed |
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All I do is press facts, jack |
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Look, the moral of the story |
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Souring hearts will never feel it |
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Plus their minded is really twisted |
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It's a sickness when you kill your own kind[Chorus] |