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I was peddling sugary drinks to all the little kids for weeks, spending late nights at the factory, making fat stacks for my family, but now my wife's been getting shady. |
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That trick-ass mark don't call me baby. |
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I'll sit by the window sill and if she's got another man, then juice will spill. |
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Thought I had people |
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I could trust like my boy, |
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Captain Crunch. |
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I know he'd never do me like, but behind my back, |
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I found her mouth all cut up, and his hat in the corner. |
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Yo, homes you don't know what |
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I'm capable of. |
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Before Kool-aid picked me up, |
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I ran blocks and sold rock. |
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G's up, hoes down and |
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I'd have all these snitches stomped. |
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Then I grew up and got a real job peddling drinks to all these little snobs and if you think that |
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I fell off then watch you're mouth before you get popped. |
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I'll disconnect the |
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Captain's neck, and make him wish that he was dead. |
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I'll smash your skull like a crunch-berry punk. |
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Keep my name out your mouth, son. |
