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And I told him, "Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me" |
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Yo, yo, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody |
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Yo, come on |
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Everybody plays a fool, sometimes |
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There's no exceptions to the rules |
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Get your nines |
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Digi Digi, |
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Shaolin Shaolin |
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But in Brownsville |
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Check it out |
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Niggas was psyched out, |
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Beretta brought the dirt bike out |
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Everlast, just came home, it was his first night out |
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He was arguin' with these bitches how they don't mind their business |
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When he was locked the fuck down, no one came to visit |
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He was snuffed, black, his little cousin |
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Moe stuck |
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CapThat's |
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Miss. Sommers on the bike with the gat like, "Fuck that" |
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But finessin' over here, he could've wished he had ten more years |
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Cracked a cold beer then bust a shot in the air |
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Everlast, ego went full blast, didn't splash |
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He'd act like his head was too big for the casket |
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I told him, "Slow down God, you ain't wildYou ain't been in these projects in a whileRunnin' 'round with that old school style" |
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Don't think these young bucks won't lay you down like tile |
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A hard head makes a soft ass, these |
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New York lads |
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Chopped faces, you talk fast, they bust off fast |
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And chase you out the hood, in a bloody hood |
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Yo, son, you seen that kid was actin' |
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Hollywood? |
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Yeah, I mean that nigga, clap happy |
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Cali, clap when he 'ttack |
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Most get astounded by surrounded sound effects in the back |
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Adidas shoe, phat laces, packin' budge in his jacket |
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Head nappy, black and nasty, but he nasty for gats |
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He nas', passed me, bumped me and laughed |
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Then flashed me his |
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MacSaid, "I got sixteen for you, we could bang on the track" |
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So strap this, nah, this bar's a bullet, par pull it |
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In fact, blast me bastard, |
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I done came to far for this |
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Boulevard life, remember late nights? |
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Mama stomach touchin' a bed, two bids |
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Cats sacky in |
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Com stack, retire from the crack |
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I'm askin' |
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Allah that the warm |
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Hennessey help me |
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I ain't chose the struggle, the struggle chose me |
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Lord forgive me for |
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I have stolen from my brothers |
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Snaked my brothers, even killed my brothers |
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Familiar fish scale, everybody plays the fool |
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The older |
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God's givin' me jewels |
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The younger |
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God's givin' me tools |
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Solomon Allah, |
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I feel I was jerked |
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To the drug dealers, my baby mother's a flirt |
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Holey socks, one fatigue suit, what you feel it don't hurt? |
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That's my problem now, |
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I ain't afraid to talk |
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Still cop coke from the well |
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WillyWhen |
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I was young |
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I got robbed from the neighborhood bully' |
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Til he forced me to hit him with the nine milli' |
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Now him and his click know that |
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I'm a thug fully |
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Everybody plays a fool, sometimes |
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There's no exceptions to the rules |
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Get your nines |
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Everybody plays a fool, sometimes |
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There's no exceptions to the rules |
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Get your nines |
