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Open your eyes, there are only murderers in this room, this the life we chose the life we lead, and theres only one garantee, non of us will see heaven. |
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40 cal. Verse one |
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They call me 40 cal. see niggas try to conceal me, |
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In the court of law, if you touch me your guilty, |
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Now your finger prints filthy, your guilty your charged |
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This is grown man shit, for the realest of squads... |
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See my hood is a jungle, the block is a zoo, |
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Im down da block from 40 wolves, and da tigers and drew, |
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Cops bring gorilla warefare wit snipers on roofs, rifles to shoot, knifes in dey boot, |
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Oh yeah its real homie, |
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And ill show you how dirty yo boy work, |
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Ill make his blood splatter, |
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Now you gotta dirty boy shirt, Churp. |
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Get more dirty wit em, if i heard he snitchin, |
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Ill give his face a double-chopp like a dirty kitchen, |
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Na dats keepin it hood, yeah i be ina hood, |
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Wit other street thug, be misunderstood. |
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See im from home of da sceam team, Alimo, Kareem Reid, Jam god, Scam Sarge, livin out his street dreams. |
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Same blocks killa cam, gruff, and L, |
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Now it 40, form 40th, aint much ta tell, |
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You know da story niggas sellin dope, tryna copp beddeth coke, |
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Before Jackie Brown approach you, |
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Wit da yellow envelope. |
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I tell her wow, slow down baby, |
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See my hood hot, find me up in yo town lately, |
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Could remember as a youngin, used to hold down escape key, |
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Now i gotta hold down a 4 pound safety. |
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Cuz in my hood shit go down crazy, like i aint da one dat da whole time hazy, |
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Remember dro man, dro man |
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Started from 4 grams, |
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'member tellin my man, get wit da program, |
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He said in 5 years we all ah blow up, i told em more like 5 dayz nigga grow up, |
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And get yo dough up, blow up, and get focused, |
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He said you know wat, a yo, its time ta make the donuts. |
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..was my first song, it was a verse long, |
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I couldnt stop it, its like i had a thirst. (chill) ....its crazy my nigga... |
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\"OPEN YOUR EYES\" |
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But let me get it back, its part 2 within 40, |
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Na im a diplomat, i got immunity fa my story. |
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Dey wanna kno how i slice dimes, |
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Night time, tight grind, |
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Its too many fiendz i aint got time ta write rhymes, |
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So i dont and dats word to my momz, i quote, |
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Shit, i aint write a rhyme since '99 (1999). |
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See all these lines just some thoughts i made, |
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I only pull my pen out when i toss a grenaide, |
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My warriors play, da 40th way, |
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When i spray, you stay, i make da corinna say |
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OPEN YOUR EYES, THERE ARE ONLY MURDERERS IN THIS ROOM |
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Its no video, ill shoot you like bing-boom |
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Im quite sure da cemetary got plenty room, scheme team to Jimmy's goons, commin fa ya really soon, |
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But niggas snitchin on ya, dats word ta Richard Porter, Porter gutta muthafuckas a switch up on ya. |
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OPEN YOUR EYES |
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Dont be suprised, you should of listen to da song nigga, |
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Open yo eyes. |
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THIS IS THE LIFE WE CHOSE, THE LIFE WE LEAD, AND THERES ONLY ONE GARANTEE, NONE OF US WILL SEE HEAVEN 2X |
