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As a youngsta guns, ah, what |
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I specialize in |
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Me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising |
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Rising to gives we together in this hood life |
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Struggling together straight praying for the good life |
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Yo, life means more to me then my own do |
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When you had some beef |
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I went and shot on that whole crew |
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I do what |
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I gotta do 'cause |
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I'm yo right hand |
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You's a lot older then me |
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I'm yo little man |
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Mane time fly's now we old to older |
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You done came up flippin' pebbles to boulders |
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Told ya that |
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I'm down with you until the graveyard |
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Me and you got caught with some work in the same car |
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You were facing more time then me if behind bars |
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I was seventeen and a half so |
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I took the charge |
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You got larger heard now you own a crack house |
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I did two years and they let a nigga back out |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
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Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean |
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Hit me with a pound then bought me a |
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Chevy thang |
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I could of saved in flew like the canary |
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You know I got heart and |
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I know you very scary |
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Carrying a lot of weight put in plenty work |
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Always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt |
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Looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin |
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That ain't showing love |
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I'm about to stick this tone inside ya ****ing face |
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Blow ya brains to the other side |
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Thirty-eight dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife |
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But inside the walls you be soaking up game quick |
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**** that gurellia shit trick |
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I done got slick |
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Remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house |
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Over there hold gun lap, |
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North Memphis momma house |
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Looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya |
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Mutha**** the laws 'cause |
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I'm taking what's mine, ah |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
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Mom's went to church so |
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I'm jumping over gate fast |
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You mane was outta town handling business |
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Blew both rock wilders out they misery |
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You got it fist in good so they couldn't see |
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Yeah, it's kind of obvious what |
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I came for |
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Heroin and that white dust ain't no shame boy |
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A real robber robs a trick and don't say a word |
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Got 'em for a pound of heroin and bout eight birds |
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Mouth slurred 'cause a nigga blowing on some good shit |
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Celebrating 'cause a playa done made a phat lick |
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Any trick do this to me hollow points fly |
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Dead in the face right between mutha****as eye |
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I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl |
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I'm my niggas back up so who we call |
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Me damn fool 'cause he knowing that |
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I buck 'em |
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I can play it off cool but mane **** 'em |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga **** which ya boy |
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Knowing good and well, |
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I grew up which ya boy |
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You's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge |
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You gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge |
