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I know 'Pac woulda loved this one here |
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This ******* livin, weavin **** dealin, oh how it's changed |
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It's gettin strange, and dangerous, but that's the way shit goes |
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This nigga needs no introductions |
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I'm on this book, and I'm stuck, I'm really the wrong one to **** wit |
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See T-Double known for startin problems but |
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K-cutter be the problem solver, if I |
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sell you a book nigga stick it |
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Cause for every you check you slippin they can call me Flipper |
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I only I missed a few niggaz (uh-huh) |
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But he lost a couple more vis-a kidney and his liver |
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Had to tell him mind me a nigga |
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I was like uh-huh, click click, c'mere, don't run nigga |
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All I wanna know is |
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Where yo' connect, where the sack, where the money where the blow is |
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I heard papi got them freighters |
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Now either he gon', give 'em to me, or a nigga gon' take 'em |
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The **** game's just too overrated |
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And to tell y'all the truth a lot of y'all ain't gon' make it |
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Done went from crack slingers to R&B singers |
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Before the mic's on, you was already singin |
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It's just a song was a big hit |
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He named me and his ***** on the remix |
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And to hell with bein a man about it |
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Shit they got fo' niggaz and one gun, **** bein 21 |
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Somebody better tell 'em |
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And put him up on {?} somebody **** around and kill him |
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You see cause snitches get stitches |
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And there ain't that much of a difference between tellin and snitchin |
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And I ain't gon' keep on talkin to you niggaz |
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I'm gon' walk right up to you niggaz and go off on you niggaz |
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And I ain't leavin no witnesses |
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And don't get drunk and confess to none of y'all misses |
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See I know how to control my Hennessy |
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I speak no ingles, play crazy like them Dominicans |
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See cause poppa was a rolling stone |
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He said, son get your gun, it's a war and it's on |
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So y'all go on and bob your head to the song |
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Throw up the 4's for the niggaz, that's dead and gone |
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I'm tired of smokin 'bama-ass weed |
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Niggaz out there sellin backyard boogies full o' stems and seeds |
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They whoopin the rocks and we compressin the coke |
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They makin it hard for them {?} to smoke |
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I went to jail tryin to get high; nigga told me |
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to go to hell went and called him, told him come get me out |
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So our father, who art in heaven |
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It must be the devil cause somethin wrong with these niggaz |
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Nope - and crazy ain't the word |
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They say the stupid shit like Trick why don't you front a nigga a bird |
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Fo' what, so you can smoke it up? |
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Impress hoes, buy clothes, and make a nigga come **** you up? |
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The game hard on a player |
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You coulda started with a block and now workin just for quarter fare |
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With all the cards I sold the hoes left me all by myself |
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And the game don't even care! |