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Y'all don't want, beef |
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No y'all don't want, that |
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Get caught up in these streets |
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Get shot up by them heats [Krumbsnatcha] |
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Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie |
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Me and my dawg was in his brand new |
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Land, puffin on lye |
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Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried |
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Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five |
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That's my motherfuckin man, get in the |
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Land Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the |
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Caravan I heard an ambulance right up the block |
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Plus more shots, the shit's gettin hot, pull up and park by the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back |
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Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at? |
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I know one of them cats from the projects with |
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Jay The first nigga move |
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I'ma pull this gun, spray |
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No de-lay, we stay night to fuckin dawn |
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It's on, my head spinnin, feelin my cheeks get warm |
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Tears drip as |
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I stepped out the whip |
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Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshit [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha] |
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Yo I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed |
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Bullet laced as he laid, chokin up blood with no aid |
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Made money for the purpose of his daughter |
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Victim of an unmerciful slaughter - explain harder or don't bother, |
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I'ma heat yo' ass like lava |
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Identified was that tinted gray |
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Chevy Impala |
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Fleein the scene, as the back tires screamed |
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Now for them my man {?}, ruined his whole dream of playin ball pro, bitch that's how it go |
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You let me know, |
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I'll hit your whole fuckin team with the metal |
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Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble |
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Tryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles |
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Snakes (whattup nigga?) |
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These niggaz ain't explainin (Well fuck it then) |
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It's time for some gestratin |
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Hit him in the worthless shell he came in |
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Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin on revenge |
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And I ain't havin it [Chorus] [Krumbsnatcha] |
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I ain't havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it |
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Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his |
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Polo fabric |
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Nigga duckin and runnin, irrationally gunnin |
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Thinkin to myself, do |
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I gotta hit someone |
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Then I heard shots from a back route |
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Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out |
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Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans |
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Now I'm consciously layin while bullets is sprayin the |
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Caravan We can't lose, |
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I hear shotguns then 22's |
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Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my |
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Adidas shoes |
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Heavy breathin, a lot of bleedin |
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Bitches screamin, put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin out the back window, she gave the wrong info |
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Suddenly crashed into a |
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Pinto Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to |
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God It's on and |
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I felt the gat slip through my palm |
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Kept runnin, hopped the fence, hopin that |
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I didn't leave prints |
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Spotted a black |
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Ac' parked with dark tints |
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Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide |
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Another unsolved homicide [Chorus] |