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feat. Akon, Eminem |
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+ (Eminem) {Akon} |
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{Convict} |
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(Yeah, SHADY) |
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{Convict Music} |
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(Guess who's back) |
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Still here, haters |
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{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} |
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Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? |
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Whatcha gonna do? |
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{Take em on back to the streets} |
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I keep the 40 call on my side |
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Steppin with the mindstate of the mobster |
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See a nigga pass by |
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Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya |
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Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale |
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Anything you need, believe me, I'm gonna lace you |
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Just don't whatever you do, Snitch |
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Cause you will get hit, pray I don't lace you, yeah |
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It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga |
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It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member |
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Once he got pinched, coincided with law |
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Same homie say he lay it down for the boy |
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Brought game squad around ours |
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How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws |
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Only foniness never came to par |
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He had us, a true neighborhood actor |
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Had his back with K's |
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Now we see through him like X-Ray's |
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Cuffed in that Adam car |
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No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war |
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Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs |
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You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable |
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When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho |
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No ex and oh's, tex calicos |
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Aim at your chest nicca |
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I keep the 40 cal on my side |
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Anything you need, believe me, I'm gon lace you |
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We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest |
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Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's |
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Recondences when we peep enemies on us |
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Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us |
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Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors |
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That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China |
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We gon keep the grind up til death come find us |
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Meanwhile in them European whips reclined up |
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It's an eye for an eye for the riders |
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We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors |
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Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours |
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We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder |
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Who woulda known he would fold and cower |
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Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds |
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So no exs and ohs, tex calicos |
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Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full |
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So he move to a rural area to keep cool |
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He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell |
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Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell |
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Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me |
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Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually |
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No penitentary, there will be no climacy |
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You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century |
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These cats is rats now, the streets need decon |
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That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on em |
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Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living |
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This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is |
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Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it |
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Along with em and then snitch and become hidden |
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So it's no exs and ohs, techs calicos |
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You rat bastard |
