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I'm like a panther in the dark, silent when I strike the paper |
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Like a dagger in your heart when I write I leave a mark |
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I seen a NARC before they even bark, told son, "Leave the block" |
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Get that money upstairs in case the currency is marked |
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Be the man who plot against me, God forgive me |
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My enemies die in the street and my heat is empty |
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Coincidentally the same fate was meant for me |
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My AK's my lawyer when it's on it represent for me |
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Vacate the sentence, case acquitted when your face get splitted |
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I stay spittin' with grace, chain glistenin' |
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Gray Timberlands, my niggas face predicaments |
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Where we could either live, die or face imprisonment |
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Take a hit of this, uncut raw, a taste will numb your jaw |
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My rhyme is on consignment just in case you wanted more |
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Lyrics are furious, I reign imperious |
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Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, son, I'm dead serious |
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Streets personify me, like heat I keep beside me |
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Either I be the most underrated lyrical |
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Drug related nigga who gun be blazin' in the projects |
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A prosperous drug block is subject to conquest |
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Where I'm from |
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A fiend is selling heaters for five jungs |
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Dealers scatter when D's or Y come |
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R.I.P. is written on walls for people who die young |
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And niggas either dream of b-ballin', or to be ballin' |
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Sometimes it's hard for me to write, son, the streets callin' |
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Patience is a virtue, temptation will hurt you |
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And sentence you to a bid, your fake friends will desert you |
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Til' you're assed out, screamin' life's a bitch that burnt you |
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I don't expect a fake nigga to feel this |
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Look in my eyes, stare at the realness |
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I was corrupted by drug supply, fly kicks and buckin' nines |
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Looking up at the skies thinkin' I'm too young to die |
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Thoughts are conquering, though we were taught not to sin |
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Supreme Court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends |
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My pen's immortal like Mommy in heaven, no man can harm you |
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An army of angels with true love is there to guard you |
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Tell my dog Blue, I love him like a brother the deep shit |
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Three bricks remain uncovered the industry didn't want me in |
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And they try to condemn me |
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Sprewell of rap, they even try to suspend me |
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Yet a thug nigga rise, people are snakes and justice is blind |
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My jury is my gun at my side |
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Son I write with the trifeness engraved in Tyson |
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Curse the shots that left BIG and Pac lifeless |
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The realness some try to conceal this |
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Despite that fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness |
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I'm a key, you three grams with cut in it |
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If you want it, I don't give a fuck, nigga |
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Rapper slash drug dealer, slash I bust my gun, nigga |
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Slash your face with a rug, nigga, what's the meanin'? |
