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Now we can't lose fo' sho' |
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Ya'll niggaz wanna know what we did this is what we did nigga |
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Extended the family world-wide, recruited a couple comrades |
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I was a chosen one due to my chrome gats |
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Bad ass lil' nigga wit' a trash bag now |
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I gotta confess it |
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Every day arrested |
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Niggaz wanna test this to get at the hoes |
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So even mamma stay invested, damn that's cold |
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Bitches 17 years old, round 100 kilos |
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Half of y'all pickin' pot out your nose with |
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AfrosRollin' with the big boys soakin' up game |
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And we'll be back seat with the cardier frames |
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The easier it got nigga the harder it came |
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But I stayed in the game, that's the heart in this mayne |
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There'll be hell on earth if |
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I stay in the game |
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Talk about kickin' up dirt like the broncos plane |
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Call me the macho man when it comes to dirty ways |
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A hato's man feel crime don't pay |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
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The last verse |
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I wrote, I burned my hand' |
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Cause there's only so much heat, that my hand can stand |
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I'm too hot to spit that, you not you get that |
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Don't get to height or this glock'll click back |
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I bitch smack niggaz and |
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I ain't that mean |
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My chopper gon' do you proper look at what that did |
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I'm clip flipin', pistol grippin', dippin', set trippin' |
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Believe me you don't wanna see me wit' the 4tec spittin' |
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You bull-shittin', |
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I'm just goin' live by you guys |
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My whole team roll me homey, ride or die |
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Ridin' high, |
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Sheaf and do-do like |
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I'm in Cali |
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I'm type this one for the block and blast from the alley |
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I'm raw wit' it |
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Tony Montana, extra banana |
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Interstate from my way down to |
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Atlanta, comes from a scanna |
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Just crossed the |
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Tennessee line |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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It's all for one and one for all nigga |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
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Now let ya nuts hang nigga |
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Start up the engine in the cut thang nigga |
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Brang pain to these niggaz, ice on my trigga finga |
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Let the world know, |
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I'm a balla when |
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I came for the scrilla |
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Gorilla they gon' label me |
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Ain't no way y'all bitches gon' disable me, put me on cable |
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TVPeace treaties ain't accepted here, blood-bath |
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Split him in half now nigga from his feet to his ear |
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If I don't know ya then its fuck ya, we ain't talkin' shit out |
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Catch me at ya people, we jus' sparkin' shit out |
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Yeah, I'm so hood, that bullshit you spittin' ain't no good |
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I bust a nigga weave, act like poppin' a car hood |
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You want ya gurl back, pay the fee and it's all good |
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Until I cop a 7-series beamer wit' all wood |
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My whole team makin' riches we shinin', we ball good |
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You can boss and |
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Young Buck'll catch us our hood |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
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All my life, |
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I visualized me handlin' mine |
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And fuck waitin', 'cause |
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God ain't promising time |
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So now I'm drawin' a line before |
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I get too far behind |
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Lord, if I'm lyin' strike me down on time |
