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Niggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop |
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NiggaI look through the eleventh floor window |
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Take one last puff of the indo |
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Look through the scope, and let like ten go |
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Break it down, back in the briefcase |
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Wipe the sweat off my face so |
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I can leave safe |
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Outside I breathe safe |
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Nigga never saw it comin', that's how he got it |
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Never even thought of runnin', 'cause a nigga plotted |
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Smart niggaz get niggaz killed for real |
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I know, they make a deal, |
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I'm comin' with the steel |
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It's gon' be that cat you don't see that's gon' pop you |
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Stop you in your mother****in' tracks nigga and drop you |
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Get rid of all the clothes, dump the gun |
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I hate to be the type of nigga to leave you, slugged and run |
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But I'm on the job |
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And right now there's more niggaz that need to be |
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Left with a head full of lead, restin' easily in it |
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Twenty G's a fee, put to a good use |
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The only excuse |
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I have for what |
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I do is, love of abuse |
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Come onNiggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop |
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NiggaNiggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop |
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NiggaI can catch you in the very building that you live in |
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Wait until you get right at your door then start spittin' |
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Now they got a ribbon tied to the rail at the top of the steps |
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I was there, you ain't die at the top of the steps |
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I can do that walk behind you shit and follow you home |
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Make a noise, you turn around and |
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I put one in your dome |
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Last thing you saw was chrome and a, flash of light |
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I blast him right, nigga, that's yo' ass tonight |
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I could put a bomb in your car and watch it explode |
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Then make 'em call, tell 'em all they found was a piece of your clothes |
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And a small piece of your nose and, bone from your arm |
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Which they really couldn't tell apart, because of the bomb |
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I could be waitin', camped out in yo' car, in the backseat |
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With some ****in' chickenwire, soon as you hit the backstreet |
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I jump up like ' |
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Jack in the box', strangle the shit out yo' ass |
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Clean up the mess and, get away from the cops |
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Niggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop |
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NiggaNiggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop-pop |
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NiggaI could be the |
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UPS delivery boy, or the man |
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Workin' at |
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Toys 'R' Us handin' yo' kid a brand new toy |
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I could be the one servin' your food wherever you go to eat at |
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Or that nigga on the corner that you ask, "Yo, where the weed at?" |
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I could be the one drivin' the schoolbus that yo' kids in |
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Except that, |
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I don't like to involve, women and children |
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A nigga got feelings, |
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I just put 'em aside |
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And when it's time for me to do my job, |
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I just ride |
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I don't get much sleep, my soul's tormented |
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I wish it was a lie but everything |
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I said I meant it |
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I know I'm doin' wrong and everyday |
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I beg the |
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LordTo forgive me for ****in' with the, double-edged sword |
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Shit ain't goin' too well, that's my life |
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I know I'm goin to |
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Hell, that's my life |
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Sometimes |
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I think what will |
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I do, with my life |
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Kill nigga, kill this, it's my life |
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Niggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop |
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NiggaNiggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these streets'll be |
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Make you wanna, then |
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I'm gonna' |
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Cause I gotta |
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Pop-pop, pop-pop, pop |
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NiggaNiggaz won't creep these streets with me' |
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Cause you know ****in' what these |
