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Mother****ers ain't gon' get at me like that nigga [laughs] |
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And ready for warfare |
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They ain't ridden me of nothin but weapons of war playa |
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Pick up the double for reverends and devilsmore weapons will give 'em the bite there |
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But the war yeah, he got us a sword right out of a drawer |
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Now give me a reason this isn't assault, my fault |
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Caught up in the crosshairs, here's more playa |
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They thought it was over and it was a wrap |
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I tap-dance, for the paper, escape in a world that they never did care playa |
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And when it was written, the devil didn't deliver it in your mail |
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And what do you know, it's just like livin in hideous times here |
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Addicted to kick it, compete with the price |
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Pour me some ice, yeah, now give me some liquor to get with the vibe |
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For quicker than fast to get with the massthe underclass is what they call it |
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Call me a drunk or an alcoholic |
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I'm ballin, mother****er![Chorus: repeat 2X] |
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I'ma-I'ma keep it thug 'til the day that |
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I dieI'ma keep it thug 'til the day that |
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I dieSee ya - see ya boys hatin cause you see a nigga ballin |
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Sippin-sippin on the |
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Hennessy until a nigga fallin[Jim Jones] |
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Jones... now |
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I'ma push it to the limit, |
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I was dyin to be the boss |
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And we was up early cause grindin was a sport |
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Rewindin in my thoughts, late 90's it was cold |
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Lost a friend every month, couldn't survive another loss |
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My niggaz in the pen, until we meet again |
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Picture me in the |
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Benz, blowin weed in the wind |
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I caught a few cases, and now the |
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Coupe races |
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Right through the |
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Westside, floor seat at the |
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Lakers, the milli-makers |
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Uhh, and do you know what that money mean? |
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The wintertime turn to sunny scenes50 thou' on my dungarees, |
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I made it rain like it's thundering |
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But the money got me nervous |
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My niggaz pack guns cause |
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I ain't tryin to get murdered |
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And the feds tryin to serve us |
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Cause we ballin, but |
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I'ma thug 'til |
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I dieUntil |
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I hug the sky - |
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Jones![Chorus][Bizzy Bone] |
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As soon as we judge you give me the grudge you get it away from me |
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Always seem to be druggin the bud, they get with the scrubs |
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I'm sittin here waitin for somebody daily |
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Hopin for love cause shit it is hard enough, myself, get 'em away from me |
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Probably does continue to move it and groove itand why you never get rid of me |
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Can never get rid of beef, nobody know me and nobody owe me, |
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I get it myself |
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I'm earnin respect and wealth up under the belt, the baby can feel the welts |
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Been livin in poverty, livin and prosperous |
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Livin in the matrix, |
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I'm gettin it how |
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Huh, I'm movin this shit, |
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I stay on the edge and ready to smash |
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And we better then that, |
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Lord I hope we kick it to get it together real fast |
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Together at last, under the bridge, you know what it is, move my ass |
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Drunk or an alcholic |
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I'm ballin, even if |
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I'm crawlin |
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Quicker than fast, now get with the mass |
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The underclass is what they call it, mother****er[Chorus] |