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(feat. The Kaze) |
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Murderer [x13], Robber |
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Pschopathic, Pschytsofranic |
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[Chorus x8] |
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Murderer, robber |
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Pschopathic, Pschytsofranic |
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Whether I can kill for my meal |
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Will I live, will I die |
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God forgive me of my sin |
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Didn't fully see from Gin |
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Hot as hell |
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Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure |
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Poverty and pain got a you nigga insane |
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On the street of the city |
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Look them killas and the thugs |
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Those who never show no pitty |
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Come on for show feel them slugs |
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Of a tone in the back of your mother****in' head |
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Either get with the program |
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Or our family is damn straight to death |
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Fifteen seen the nigga meet his maker |
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Shot him through his heart |
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Kiled himn like the terminator |
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Taint the then is situations that I'm livin' in |
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Anamosity or frind asked out tried to get in |
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In the en |
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Niggas sittin' wait on other niggas lives |
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Anger in my body struck |
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When I hit them bridge you **** |
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So is so rocks is in your face it ain't no questions asked |
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You gone drop that off your ass |
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When I squeeze then take your please |
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[Chorus x8] |
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It ain't same silly somethin' that wants to get with this pimp shit |
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He me who they scammin' |
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Say the dump nigga in a ditch |
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And then she gave me quick |
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I want to be down with the Prophet click |
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We blight the mess |
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Then you have to prove to me your oyalness |
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So he grabbed his gun |
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And he headed for the door |
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With the grin on his face |
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And I looked it up a criminal |
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Dickeyed all up |
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And it's sold for the darkerness |
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Thinkin' of what were sayin' |
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So he sped up the process |
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But knowin' what would happen if a bullet hit his gut |
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But the kids not feelins' |
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Hard made don't really did you run from then dead |
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He's aways around him |
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And thinkin' will god forgive him |
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So now he's bound to confusion |
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And please my peeps I'm losin' it |
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I'm feelin' it |
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Temptation like killas might take it all over my soul |
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Cause he don't scare me though |
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I'm thinkin' of murder or robbery of course |
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Now were force |
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A force tuned to kick it |
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They don't have no remorse |
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And then you will become a |
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[Chorus x8] |
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It's your own nigga Project Pat |
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I'm a G as in gorilla |
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All my life I want ot come clean |
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Why you flossin' all my dreams |
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To be rich |
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Rich gone get my first a bullet |
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Or that jail house |
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Since I ain't got shit to hose |
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Robbin you's is what I choose |
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Who seven to one to face taht gun |
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Like russian rullet |
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A hard time never did get better |
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Smart crab no bloody sweater |
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Better watch your back |
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Slangin' that crack |
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If you ever tell a |
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Make a whip drop on your dome |
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Better yet yo get it on |
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Take a fall up in these streets |
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Make a lick back on my feet |
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Young nigga lookin up to buzz |
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Money hungry Nigga where them drugs |
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There the door |
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Bitch give me that cheese |
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Gin in hand mama all thse |
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Hurt ya gut |
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I'm about to sheeze |
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Come on down |
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Trick off them keyes |
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Please bein' ain't in my heart |
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Gangsta [??] don't you start |
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Actin' like you don't know the rule |
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Damn fools wear bepper shoes |
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In the real buttook a swim |
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You can end up on e of them |
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On the T-V or front page |
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Decompose been dead for days |
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[Chorus: till fade] |