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Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife |
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Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto |
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Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes |
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Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine |
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I'm livin in the age of di chronic, 40 ounce & blunts |
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The type of dis a women allah know ah stunts |
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Now I got to wear Versace just to get a gal to watch me |
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An it ain't no sunshine, how can I get mine? |
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Why I sell myself for modern day slavery |
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Now I'm doin' LP's for 5cent royalties |
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Mama can ya save ya son? All these leeches over me |
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Feel like gathering my duns, gettin all our guns |
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Count it down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion! |
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(mad lion) |
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Yo yo roll a spliff....what, yeah! |
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Di night is young, We all got our guns |
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Who's down to go commit a robbery? A robbery... |
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I gotcha block on lock soliciting private stocks of trees |
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Direct in boat from di West Indies |
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Jamaica, experience it just break ya |
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Smoke it inna ya blunts, Philly leaves are ya paper |
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I tell it, into my sensimilla place, my bodega |
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Here I got all type of flavor |
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Distribution major, no dealer can match me equal |
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Niggaz buy my mixes, sell it as dimes to the people |
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Mama she used to say, don't live by your knife |
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Mama she used to say, gotta get out the ghetto |
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Mama she used to say, morning comes and goes |
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Mama she don't know, I gotta get mine whoah, gotta get mine |
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When I was six I recieved my nines as a birthday gift |
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Pray ya Lord if ya see my nines |
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It's enough to make any grown man cry... |
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Now mama nevah tell me policeman would arrest me |
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Even thought I without catch me an den try ti waan me ??? |
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Dey give up ?? swarm me, recruit me to di army guy tell me |
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I found out these things by my lonely. Well, well |
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X amount of things lead to see ya get dead |
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Livin on dem greed ya get shot, knot dem face |
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Dem wanna lose dem life an weh say willed argument |
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Dey body all up pulpit cement, well well. |
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??? get sense in a fuckin situation |
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Everybody know say I man nev' run from provocation |
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The way things are run now the yout up inna possession |
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Fuck around an us ?? inna point on, black Talon |
