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(Fiend talking) |
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My Lord, I'm in a bad situation again |
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First forgive me for my sins |
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Past, present, and future |
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I ain't eat in a couple days |
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All I'm trying to tell you |
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Is this here, I see a oppurtunity to eat |
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It's them niggas sleeping across the street |
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And I'm go get em'(gun shots) |
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I was a reject on the ghetto blocks |
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In the end thangs trend thangs servin out them rocks(baby) |
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Quanties but I know nobody |
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In this contest I got to hold somebody |
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Got a gun name Scottie |
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And he bout to put his beam on him |
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I wanna if he know I'm bout to put that gangsta lean on him(bzzzz) |
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Thinkin' to myself it's only for the worst if I miss him |
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When I'm cappin' none of you take it personal |
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Bustin' got me stuck, (damn) All I see is brains bitch |
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2 more got to go and I got the aim still(gunshots) |
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Don't blame this |
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I said you was go bleed when I greed |
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It was a matter of time before my mind it find speed |
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Proceed with 2 slaves damn open it up like Keize Soza |
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Broke it off to a J' everyday |
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For all the pay |
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My beretta say a better day |
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And I believe that nigga |
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Money go make souls leave that nigga |
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Chorus x2 |
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You see I don't fuck around I don't even have to say |
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Cause all the G's around my way |
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Know that I don't play (nigga) |
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My mind already made that FIEND callin' the shots |
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(I'm callin the shots) |
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My nine already engrave we got the ride that's hot(horn honking) |
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It done got to hot in my neighborhood |
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So I'm a chill minute and make the flavor good |
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It's understood |
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That this nigga got to eat(I'm hungry) |
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So I'm a handle my bussiness on these triflin' streets |
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My rifle keeps |
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My mind at ease at all times |
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Along with a blunt helps commit all crimes |
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My style brangin' the whole, put me into crack |
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My paper stack |
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Even though I did erase the black(so what) |
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Picture that |
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A survivor takin' and robbin' for his |
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I want to guide the surviving kids |
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After me |
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Next I done bought me some plastic glocks |
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And teach my lil homies how to sell and bag these rocks |
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I'm a beast some say I'm just like Gotti |
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Mainataining my respect with my A-k shottie |
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Don't know karate |
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But I got some hands of steel |
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(slap slap didn't I tell ya bout playin huh) |
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But baby in these streets it's kill or be killed |
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Murderous skills |
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Ready to do what I gotta |
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Keys for 1-3 so I got a lot on the collar(come hollar at the collar) |
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Herion and powder |
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This shit go keep me in power |
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I want money as my mattress and take moet showers |
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Drug deals go sour |
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That's why my gat on the side |
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So want ya come test the mother fuckin' baddest alive |
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Chorus x2 |
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I ain't to be fucking with I'm a Jones nigga |
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Born to get it on for the throne |
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The dirt I did got me named Capone |
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Blowin' homes |
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In revenge, for my partners and kins |
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Murdered many men |
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Some personal but mostly for ends |
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My sins |
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Be forgotten, survivors actin rotten |
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With the cocaine crockin' |
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I got the champange poppin' |
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Plottin up stragetted warfares |
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For my heirs, Nigga |
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I don't care |
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For that ? got me scared |
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Somewhere niggas made it home |
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With there loss souls |
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Heads I done toss those |
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Left in the crossroads(handle that) |
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The yard full with mother fuckers who died in the game |
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But a car full of niggas died crying my name |
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Releasing pain like Charde |
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But in my way(my way) |
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Split a blunt on the highway(highway) |
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Cause it was my say(my say) |
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I died that day but GOD told me finish my task |
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Hit the hash, grab all the guns and cash |
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And dash |
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Chorus till end |
