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(prodigy and kl talking) |
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(p) "yo, yo dun, whattup baby?" |
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(kl) "whats the deal son?" |
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(p) "ain't shit man, we was just talkin' about that shit last night, |
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That shit is crazy right?" |
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(kl) "for real son, shorty was like sixteen" |
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(p) "police come skiddin' up on the sidewalk and shit, what the fuck is |
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Wrong with niggas man?" |
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(kl) "you seen them niggas dun? them niggas crazy" |
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(p) "shit is hot though, they need to chill the fuck out with that man" |
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(kl "word, it's aight though son, we survivers in this game" |
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Screwball with the mobb...times is hard on everybody boulevard..... |
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Verse 1: (poet) |
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Thats my word, i'm mothafuckin' stressed |
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It seems like life's tryin' to put me through a test |
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'cause every fuckin' day it's just gettin' worse |
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Whats worse? might go out, die hard and end up in a hearse |
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But no time to think about the consequences |
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The years in jail, fuck the death sentence |
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All i know is that i need mad cash in a flash |
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Before i gotta kill somebody ass |
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Might as well be in jail or dead |
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'cause if you ain't gettin' paid then you ain't gettin' ahead (thats |
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Word) |
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Sittin' in my room with the lights out thinkin' |
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I'm alive, but i ain't livin', i'm leakin' |
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I made my bed and i'm'a lay in it |
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But i ain't gonna stay in it |
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I might start sprayin' shit |
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I should've stayed in school, but thats a dead issue |
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Fuck a g.e.d., thats like toilet tissue |
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All my friends are hoodlums and hustlers |
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Runnin' with a bunch of stupid crazy mothafuckas |
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Niggas fuckin' their money up, niggas gettin' knocked |
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And jealous mothafuckas, they want the whole block |
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Though i could start flippin' gettin' on a mission, but i need much |
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More, no time for bullshittin' |
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Niggas listen.... |
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Chorus (godfather don) |
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The h-e-a-t makes me crazy |
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I wanna bust somethin', figures, touch somethin' |
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The heat is on, got a niggas blood rushin' |
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I wanna touch somethin', niggas bust somethin' |
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Repeat |
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Verse 2: (prodigy) |
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Yo, all i know is guns, all i do is slug |
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I'd rather plug you with the heater than to have you front |
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My life revolves around the snub fourth |
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Stay gettin' those outside of newyork |
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Bullets from the cornerstore, i'm bringin' home a arsen |
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Interstate 95 north to the jackie robinson |
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Watch out for d's in caprices in tauruses |
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Security guards mistaken as cops, mad nervous |
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Back at home sell a few burners |
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Keep a miz and a seven mil for my personal |
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Walk with benevolence, holdin' twin fifths |
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380's in the whip, a mini-eagle for my chick |
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That nigga p is sick, i need a silencer connect, see me |
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Niggas be lyin', tellin' stories, tell it walkin' |
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My niggas is into drugs and extortion |
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Knotty head for them niggas on the nightshift pumpin' |
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The heat is on nigga..... |
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Chorus 6x |