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Yo what's up man? |
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Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit |
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Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now |
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Yo I can't talk right now man, |
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I gotta get off this phone |
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Damn, how'd |
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I get into this scam |
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Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand |
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I came up from the curb, word |
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First thing it rocks, now my ride's packing crazy birds |
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I gotta freak in the front seat |
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She got crazy game, might even have more than me |
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And thats why |
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I don't trust, |
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I ain't no busta |
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One wrong move and |
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I'll dust her |
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But she knows that, keeps a gat |
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Works much plastic, always stays on phat |
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She said she loves me |
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Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies |
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She only loves my cash flow, long dough |
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The false love of a pimp and a hoe |
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But me and her gotta job to do |
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Get this luggage back to the crew |
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She got scanner, |
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I hadta listen to the pigs talk |
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And if they speakin about us then its jumping off |
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But I ain't sweatin' them at all2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall |
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The lines on the highway, |
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I'm makin' my mind drift away |
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To my last jail stay5 years for a 459 |
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I'm never going back, no matter what the crime |
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Surrendering ain't me |
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Fuck that, |
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I'm holding court in the street |
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GFor a nigga like me there ain't no ounce |
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My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs |
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Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger |
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Pure ghetto anger, |
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I'm addicted to danger |
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Some nights |
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I crash clubs |
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Rollin' with the posse made of well known thugs |
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Cool out with the freaks |
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Trucking much jewels, begging for beef |
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Thens some niggaz roll up |
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Lookin' for a way to pump the reps up |
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But I ain't the one |
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I'm handin' out beat downs, no need for guns |
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Sometimes |
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I gotta ask myself |
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Is all this buck whylin' good for a niggaz health? |
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I don't know why |
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Am I suicidal, do |
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I wanna die? |
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The answerin', simple |
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A headache throbs in my temple |
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It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right |
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It says it's going down tonight |
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We finally made it to the drop spot |
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King and Weston |
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Ave, Snoody |
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FoxThe posse was there, but it ain't right |
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Fuckin' police lights |
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Its all going down that road blocks |
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I never seen that many cops |
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It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin' wet up |
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Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime |
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But even in the flurry of gun shots |
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My adrenaline was boilin' hot |
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I crash down on the floor of the ride |
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Punch the gas, drove that |
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Benz through they punk ass |
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Hit Vernor doin' 90 |
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Looked in the rear view, no one behind me |
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I got on the phone |
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Called up the homies to see what went wrong |
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But no time to sweat that |
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I still gotta trunk fulla shit, |
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I was on phat |
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I just need a cool place to hide |
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Dumped the benzo, slammed the |
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G rideMe and a freak hit a motel crash spot |
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The streets was hot |
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Rubbed me down, said she adored me |
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Said the gunfire made her horny |
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The she pushed me back on the bed |
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Licked me head to toe, toe to head |
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Then I closed my eyes real slowly is this love? |
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No not me, then |
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I felt a pain in my chest |
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The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh |
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I looked in her face, opened my mouth |
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And then her badge came out |
