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It's the return of the real ******* wit real *******t |
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And when the smoke dies down its still a ******* left to deal wit |
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This mutha ****** standin one deep solo |
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Exercising parts of the game but don't know |
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I bring it to a mutha ****** full throttle |
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And any mutha ****** want pain i brought the full bottle |
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Now take ya two of these and call me in the morning |
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Three times point blank range wit no warning |
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******* i'm straight killa slash for show drama |
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And every mutha ****** involved gon' face drama |
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Punk i aint no mutha *******a rappin in song |
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You bust your caps when you rap |
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But i bust back at your dome ******* |
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And this is always all day killa |
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And ******* who be stressin me out i get rid of |
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I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets |
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Walkin up on mutha ******s and leavin 'em sleep |
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Hook: |
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(cause if you gonna ride then we can ride) |
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But 99.9 of the times you gon' die |
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(die mutha ****** die mutha ****** die) |
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Mutha ******s crowdin my space they gon' die |
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I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this |
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But since you mutha ******s want drama i'll bring you this *******t |
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I got my dime down ******ed and *******ned |
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Just a homie from the hood |
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Had the paper still i'm bout to grind |
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What you thought this was ******* some studio gimmick |
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A mutha ****** talking that *******t but couldn't spend it-*******t |
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I come around this mutha ****** bending beads |
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And dare one of you hoes to come and ******* wit me |
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I'm real with it i'll warn you mutha ******s again |
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That if you step to me wit ho *******t i'm turning you in |
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Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory |
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And when you headed for hell you gon' remember me |
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The one mc who told you *******s once |
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And after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk |
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I got my mind all made up to go off |
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When ******* start to threaten my life i go off |
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Take a walk on the wild side |
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And all the coloreds go whoop whoop |
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When i come down in my coupe |
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And mutha ******s hatin me come give it a try |
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But 99.9 of the times you gon' die |
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Wit no warnin |
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Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out |
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No warnin -then |
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All fo a sudden homie blacks out |
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Wit no warnin |
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And now your dealing with your outer body energy |
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All the pain you left in your life you still feeling me |
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Everybody living must have thought it would change |
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But living fast and dying young's a part of the game |
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How can one spit the game so sure |
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Turned around and emptied his than |
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Wit no warning |
