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(feat. Spade) |
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..it's the end of the world |
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You know what, my nigga? |
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Let's get active |
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[VERSE 1: KAM] |
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I was born in sin, shaped in inequity |
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So niggas who ain't been where I been don't really click with me |
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I'm quick to be up and out on a solo creep mission |
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Or in a jeep fo' deep, screwdriver in the ignition |
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Listenin to gangsta rap, thang on my lap |
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Steady havin anxiety attacks, ready to snap |
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And give a nigga the claps |
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From this black thick dirty dick I whip out |
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(Unzip) empty the clip and dip out |
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Off into the night, takin flight like a great white |
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Dressed in khaki and denim pumpin lead venom like a snake bite |
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Buckin like a Texas bull or a Bronco |
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Tougher than leather, leave a fool forever horizontal |
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I g-o h-a-r-d |
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And I can't be no c-o-w-a-r-d |
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See, it's a war goin on where the brown and the black live |
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Told you befo', man, I'm a soldier fo' sho' and I'm active |
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[CHORUS x2: KAM (& Spade)] |
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So can you busters really fade it? (active) |
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Nigga, I ain't just affiliated, I'm (active) |
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Every day deep when we swerve (active) |
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Nigga, I ain't on no weekend reserve, I'm (active) |
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[VERSE 2: Spade] |
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I was forced to get a trade, the dirt handler |
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The street hustler, the gambler |
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Still at it with automatics, active |
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Move weight, then back to blowin in traffic |
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I'm an addict and don't smoke on dope |
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I'm just a fiend who get em off by the quotes |
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**** a rap star, I'm far from rich |
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Even if I sell a mill I still'll flip |
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These qualudes to oz's to birds |
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Homie, chop that chirp and let's go to work |
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It won't cease till I feel I can buy the world |
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I can't sleep, I just wanna move this dirty girl |
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I ain't hard to find, catch me on a block countin up a knot |
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You want it by the powder or you want it by the rocks? |
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We still play the field, playin for appeal |
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Playin to the kill, boy, this shit is all real |
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[CHORUS x2] |
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[VERSE 3: KAM] |
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I'm from that army of the Dry Bones in the Valley nation |
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Never the aggressor, specializin in retaliation |
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(Takin dough means) makin foes bite the dust |
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We just fight with those who fight with us |
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United by the light, so in God I trust |
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So I might just bust and cut you all the way down to your pie crust |
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Cause my lust ain't just for attractive booty |
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But layin enemies down, stayin on active duty |
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I walks my post in a perfect manner |
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Keepin always on alert in suit and tie or t-shirt and bandana |
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It don't matter how much stress you put on my shoulder |
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I'm a die-hard wartime frontline foot soldier |
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Bang in a car and we drive straight |
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So **** 24-7, I ride it 25-8 |
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Fly straight and pray to Allah for forgiveness |
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While these other niggas talk the talk I really live this |
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[VERSE 4: Spade] |
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And that's the realest it get |
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We're still O.T. comin back with a grip |
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My O.G.'s taught me how to move a brick |
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So active, liable to snatch you right out of your whip |
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You don't really want no problems with this |
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Beatin niggas with the bottles of Cris |
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Slap they models, make em swallow it quick |
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That's on the Eastside, you know how we ride and dip |
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If you familiar then you know how them gangstas get |
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When we active |
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[CHORUS x2] |