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Yo, I'm in the Rover with my co-defendant, the club ended |
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Wolves posted out in front of the spot, I'm feelin vengeance in the air |
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Some kids had beef with last year |
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Hit my man 'cross the face with a bat now it's our tears |
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We caught one cat a month, Pryor lit fire to 'em |
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I kicked him in his dick, now his fuck game ruined |
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His ex-girl I'm screwin, disrespect all around the board |
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Homeboy, motherfuck you and yours |
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[Chorus: O.C.] |
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Doin dirt comes back ten times over |
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Watchin your back becomes a 9 to 5 to survive |
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Gettin drunk is a mistake, you gotta stay sober |
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Cause the, blink of an eye is all it takes to die |
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[O.C.] |
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Parked the Rover post outside the trunk, no idea |
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These the same kids from last year |
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I'm indecisive 'bout the baseball cats pulled low; for some reason |
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Stomach had butterflies to leave but I didn't go |
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My dog said let's go chill by the exit |
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And watch the hoes come out, nah dawg, I'ma chill right here |
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Tryin to get a good look at these dudes |
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Yet the crowd was less than what I saw before, I play it cool |
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Get the keys from my co-D, hit the alarm |
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Played the driver's seat, turn on some tunes to stay calm |
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Lean my, skull on the headrest, heart pumpin inside of my chest |
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I'm wide open, no gun, no vest |
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Shoulda listened to the voice in my head, and told my man let's dip |
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A big commotion, somebody started some shit |
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Mouth dry from fear, unaware of homeboy and his peeps |
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Was right behind me, creepin up from the rear |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[O.C.] |
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Niggaz approach from the blindside, tapped on the window |
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I was, smokin the indo, paranoid like a schizo |
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My eyes opened wide surprised, like I saw a ghost |
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Lookin down the barrel of toast, I sit froze |
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It was the kid we stomped out, with a devilish grin |
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From a year ago, back with his men, back for revenge |
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White flash, it smashed the window, hittin my chest in tempo |
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Ears ringin like a clash from a cymbal |
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Fightin to breathe, thinkin 'bout my girl and my seed |
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Slumped over like a parapleg', not promised to see |
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Sunrise or my, son rise to manhood |
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Will he feel abandoned? FUCK |
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I tried fightin, people lookin in the car frightened |
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Like I ain't gon' make it... damn... |
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(Never thought he'd come back like this, blastin) |
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(Like I said, it was funny like that in the ville sometimes) |
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(I had done too much to turn back) |
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(And I done too much to go on) |
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(My grandpa asked me one time, whether I care whether I live or die) |
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(Yeah I do, but now it's too late...) |
