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I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze(Get the mic on, I don't know what happened, son(I just lost my mind, son) |
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People talking to me and calling my name(Ay, ay, it's like I wasn't strong, G, I couldn't hold it when I seen it)(A nigga flesh on me, I can't really, I couldn't hold it, G) |
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No, I don't hear a word they say(I don't know, I'mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga) |
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It was him, the corner store and a buttered roll |
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The shit dropped when |
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I gave him two stomach holes |
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One to the face, he fell sideways |
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I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres |
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Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin' |
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He slapped my girl, that's the reason why |
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I was f'in to lean 'im |
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Everything got real slow, |
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I ain't hear shit, my word |
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At least forty seconds, |
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I stay dead stiff |
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I pound him with the gun out, |
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Big Din came, opened my hand |
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Removed the gun and the sixteen spun out |
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He floored past ninety on the |
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BQEI threw up all on his door, splashed his |
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Gucci seats |
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I couldn't speak, |
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I'm in a state of shock |
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About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot |
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Hey, yo, I feel a li'l bugged out, insane, |
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I lost my mind |
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People tellin' me, |
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Ghost, you actin' mad strange |
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I walk around acting strange(See what I'm sayin'? I don't know, I just don't feel right, G, no)(Havin' flashbacks) |
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Like a man in a daze(Bugged out, man, knah mean?)(Nah, I don't wanna go, I don't want the clinic, man) |
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People talking to me and calling my name(I don't want the hospital, son)(You know, I just feel like I'm lost, reality, man) |
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No, I don't hear a word they say(Y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son, I don't know) |
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Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out |
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All I remember my shirt, |
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I couldn't get them goddamned stains out |
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Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area |
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Right hand side, |
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I'm pluckin' off li'l pieces of meat |
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And my goons want me to bounce to |
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TennesseeBut |
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I said no, |
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I got these two snow-bunnies in |
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Venice Beach |
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On the low, son, |
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I sleep with the hawk, in |
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East New York' |
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Round my man |
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Killa' way where all the murderers walk |
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Manhunt, police searches, |
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S.W.A.T ran in my crib |
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Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids |
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Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz |
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She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs |
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Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try'na slay me |
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I told 'em, |
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Friday I'll have they money, faggots try'na play me |
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I'll never eat up out a garbage can |
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I'll Larry |
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Davis a cop, and if |
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I make it alive, it was the |
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Father's plan |
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I ain't goin' nowhere, |
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I ain't goin' nowwhere, |
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I'm aight, |
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I'm aight(I walk around acting strange) |
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But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, |
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I'm blowin' they head smooth off(Like a man in a daze) |
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Cops, connects, |
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I don't give a ****(People talking to me) |
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You know I'm a eagle, feel the eagle(And calling my name) |
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You don't feel like that, you gon' feel like bulldog |
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Y'knahmean? |
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I don't give a ****(Hear no word they say) |
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Don't put me in no mental clinics, it ain't nothin', y'knahmean? |
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If I make it out alive, |
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I make it out alive, if not, **** it(I walk around acting strange) |
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Ay ay, yo, |
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I can't take this shit no more, it's too hype(Like a man in a daze) |
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Nigga thinkin' |
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I'm buggin' out, |
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I ain't buggin', |
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I ain't buggin' |
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Y'all niggaz'd be buggin' out too if you had somebody's flesh on you(People talking to me and calling my name) |
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Mother****ers, **** ya'll niggaz, |
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I ain't goin' crazy |
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Sleepin' on couches and shit(No, I don't hear a word they say) |
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I'm goin' back outside, **** ya'll niggaz, man |
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I know my mother, she's worried about me' |
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Cause they might have to put me away any time |
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But when my baby packed up her clothes and left me |
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She sure, oh, |
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I believe, |
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I believe, she took my mind |
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Oh, she took my mind |
