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There are times when you get suckered in |
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By drugs, and alcohol, and sex with women mmmkay |
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But it's when you do these things too much |
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That you've become an addict, and must get back in touch |
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Mmmkay, uhh mmmkay, uhh mmmkay, c'mon Nappy |
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Yo! Mmmkay |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict, too much |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, too much |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, too much |
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He wore the finest stuff, platinum chains with diamond cuts |
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Hawaiian slush, combined with wine and coconuts |
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Pushed a 'lac, gator shoes, Armani suits, shahou |
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Plenty hoes, plenty loot, a major nigga, a paid nigga |
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Kept some red Jarans, plus a big Benz, plus a Lex Jeep |
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Plus the best friends, plus he jet ski, in Texas |
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Flash the big chedda, wu-leather, new chedder, Gucci sweata |
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Spillin' armaredda in a black Baretta |
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For the fools who change like blue weather |
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His tailor-made Armani suits, played with Tommy boots |
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Pushed more hummers than army troops, word to my men Dukes |
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Look at him 'sached down, more kids than Bobby Brown |
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Had a private jet, planned the odds he bet, two keys inside his vest |
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I keep the gold chain, and a cold dame |
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We drove a fast car in a slow lane |
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With caviar with the white cocaine flick it all in the dope game |
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Snort coke, push dope, down to cut, a nigga throat |
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Spunt half of his summer, cruisin' on a, love boat |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm for real? |
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Is that right? Feel that go'n ahead balla do ya thang |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm really? |
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Is that right? Feel that go ahead playa do yo thang |
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Spring break, Virginia Beach, had a pair of, gold skis |
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Mo' money, than Playboy BK? nigga please |
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He was to the lavish, trick you casual, playa status, not the fattest |
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Chick the baddest, used to ball with Gladys Knight |
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This was just your average night |
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My dude spend a G a week just to see a freak |
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Strip down to her bear essentials in the Presidential Suite |
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His men too weak |
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New York Undercover shot his brother, in a shootout |
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He had to move out, and drop his mother in a new house |
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He had nothin' to go home to, the fiend was on the menu |
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A two time loser, ohh man deja vu |
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Fell in debt with Johnny Mafia, and let the gun play |
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He sold his Altima, leased a Hundai, pushin' out his mom's place |
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Get caught for child support, poppin' corks was more important |
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Bench warned, undercover informant, three years upstate, tough break |
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Droppin' names, poppin' veins, gettin' high off his own supply |
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Still movin' weight, steady losin' weight |
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On the crime, with his life on the line |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm for real? |
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Is that right? Feel that go'n ahead balla do ya thang |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm really? |
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Is that right? Feel that go ahead playa do yo thang |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict, too much |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, too much |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, you've become an addict |
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Alcohol, drugs, sex, sex, too much |
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Look, him and his boys got duct taped |
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For hangin' out at Suge's place |
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See all my niggas, they took chase |
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When they heard little Daddy push weight |
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It was a robbery, snatch his platinum cubic link, and his wallabe's |
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Another street casualty that was written and promised in the prophecy |
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They stole his watches and rings while they shot up his veins |
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God bless, he had no vest, and he felt no pain |
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For the holes in his chest |
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Heart beat, weak canal, stones in his reefer now |
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Lugz over flooded with blood, he 'bout to drown |
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Nose white, laughin', ambulance light splashin' |
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Soon he'll leave, but for now, give him some room to breathe |
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Doctor called the family in, enemies, and next of kin |
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One foot in the grave, and his soul in the wind |
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From ashes to dirt, went closed casket to limousines and a hearse |
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Photographic pictures of the bastard |
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With 'Rest In Peace' on damn his shirt |
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'Cause after ways, some niggas came over, jumpin' out of a range rover |
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Put the gat to his head, and he told him 'The Game's Over!' |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm for real? |
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Is that right? Feel that go'n ahead balla do ya thang |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm oh really? |
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Is that right? Feel that go ahead playa do yo thang |
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Mmmkay anyway mmm-hmm for real? |
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Is that right? Feel that |