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Woke up in the morning, wife's griping and ************ing |
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There's no Similac for the baby, no lights where we're living |
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No food in the fridge, this the tightest position |
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I'm bout to lose my lid, get my sights on a victim |
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My way and type of living, this ************t has to change |
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Shut the ****** up, I ain't fit to be a sperm donor snatch your chain |
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****** it, sell crack *******, I'm telling you mother****** go rap for change |
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Alright, look I got your point, I want you to know |
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I'll be back in a couple hours, it's under control |
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I run out of the door straight feeling lost as ****** |
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What the hell am I gonna do? Steal an armored truck? |
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I walk and strut aimless as I fix me a plan |
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Then I bump into Damon selling sixty a gram |
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As I think sticking him up ain't the wittiest scam |
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My gun clicks blam now I got his chips in my hand |
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I feel selfish, think I'm gonna use my nine |
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I feel helpless, think I'm gonna lose my mind |
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Nobody else is here to help me stabilize |
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I feel helpless even when I pray to God |
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Now I'm patting him down trying to get all he got |
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With no thought process of someone calling up SWAT |
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With no thought process that I'm on my own block |
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It's like no contest if I get caught up and locked |
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Stolen for gwap I need all the dough he had |
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As I'm searching through his jacket, what a police badge? |
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Now stop, no way man, he's a cop? |
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My knees just lock, I can't flee, I freeze in shock |
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My Reeboks won't budge though I want em to move |
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My mind saying to my body ****** run out your shoes |
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Punching my tool I hear the sirens getting closer |
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Why'd I decide to ride with my toaster? |
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Usually I'm cool and calm with my composure |
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Stupidly I lose my mind and say it's over, it's over |
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I take a breath, put my heater to my head |
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There's no escaping death |
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I sit down next to Damon, put my gun to my head |
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Thinking to myself all it takes is one and I'm dead |
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And the someone just said, "Stop, freeze, please don't do it! " |
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I look up, see cop cars and some DT Buicks |
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All I see is a sea of blue, a bunch of guns drawn |
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With a man in a stance, in his hands a bullhorn |
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"I'm Officer Crout, wait, let's talk this out." |
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I reply, "What the ****** is there to talk about? " |
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"There's plenty to talk about, it's not as bad as you think." |
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You don't know the hank man, you ain't my dad and my shrink |
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In a blink my anger ************fts from me to them |
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He can see I won't feed into it and speak as friends |
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An evil grin comes to my face, his eyes shocked |
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****** it, why not? I'd rather lie inside a box |
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Take my nine, aim it at them as time just stops |
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It's not a suicide, man, but suicide by the cops |
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