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I'm loaded like a shotgun |
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Got one under my coat |
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it's late night no stage fright |
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i'm going for broke |
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while i'm hittin' my smoke |
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i'm contemplatin' how to hit em hard |
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hit em fast |
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get away it's all she wrote |
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it's a heartbreaking habit |
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when you gotta have it |
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you grab it |
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stare at an album |
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so good at it |
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certified |
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good magic |
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look at it |
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in your face |
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money's gone |
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so am i so long |
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but now my hustle's changed |
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no more stickin' you up |
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i've got some weed I know that for sure it can lift you up |
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just spark it up |
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i gotta dime or a twenty sack |
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all sales are final |
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don't ask for your money back |
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don't even look at the money sack |
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it's funny that |
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it still wasn't enough |
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i like still searchin' for honey flack |
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no i'm servin' the boulders |
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looking over my shoulders |
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every step that i take |
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a rock might knock me over |
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[Chorus] |
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Strike the match |
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That sparks the flame |
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Start the fire that burns down the system |
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hit em hard hit em fast |
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keep the gas on em |
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We're gonna char |
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Get the dogs go gas on em |
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lone range |
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a brace to be a gangster |
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grew up |
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rock stages |
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a long way from |
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but i got gauges |
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comin' out pullin guns out on strangers |
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bunch a wild niggas |
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nobody can tame us |
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sixteen in the clip |
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one in the chamber |
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drive by homicide |
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shit I gotta roll a dime |
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ever day i ran away |
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my life one helluva time |
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i like to see heads get busted |
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a problem |
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that's how i solve em |
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no discussion |
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go for my mind |
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task force rush em |
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until that day |
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all i gotta say is fuck em |
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[Chorus] |
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Strike the match |
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That sparks the flame |
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Start the fire that burns down the system |
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hit em hard hit em fast |
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keep the gas on em |
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We're gonna char |
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Get the dogs go gas on em |
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post it on the top son |
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claw some |
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makin' my way |
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through the jungle |
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living with the life |
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call something |
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evolving with each hustle |
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the street sweep |
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to a heatseeker |
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with ambitions to be a ring leader |
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when you're in the top spot |
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you better be top notch |
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if not watch the haters take pot shots |
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its none stop shit talkin' |
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beat off the conflict |
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ready to harm him |
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disarm him |
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send his ass away in a coffin |
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my game is silent you don't see it that often |
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but every passing day i see the time slipping away |
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ticket on a train till an early grave |
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reap what you sough |
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never had a handout |
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had my hustle's planed out |
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worked to get the brand out |
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you wish my luck would run out |
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[Chorus] |
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Strike the match |
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That sparks the flame |
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Start the fire that burns down the system |
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hit em hard hit em fast |
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keep the gas on em |
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We're gonna char |
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Get the dogs go gas on em |
