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[Man and Blaq Poet:] |
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Yo yo yo yo Poet man yo Poet. You hear me son? |
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Damn son man. I'm in some real live shit right now dun (Damn) |
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Shit is real right now son. I just took this bitch to Poconos man |
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(Right, Right) |
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Just got back you, know what I'm saying. Yo son man... |
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I'm in some shit man. Niggas is calling me. Pager keep going off (You fucked up) |
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I fucked up son |
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[Blaq Poet:] |
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You fucked up nigga |
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[Blaq Poet:] |
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Now where the fuck did all that coke go? |
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Stop looking stupid, nigga, like you don't know |
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Oh, I heard you took that ho to Poconos |
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With so much shit they renamed it Cocanos |
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Got niggas calling you and paging you |
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Been there before nigga, it's like deja vu |
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But the niggas you owe, they owe some niggas too |
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Enough of that bullshit, they coming body you |
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Had too many changes, had too many shots |
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Niggas heard it all from stick-up-kids to cops |
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Now you in a jeep, moe, smoking bogie after bogie |
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Like they going to forget |
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Nigga, you're in some shit |
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Better get that money up before they chop off your cabbage |
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Better hurry up before them niggas let you have it |
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And that what you get for trying to live lavish |
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Fucking up niggas money, stupid bastard |
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[Hook: x2] |
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You fucked up and don't know what to do |
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You fucked up, got niggas looking for you |
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You fucked up and don't know what to do |
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You really fucked up this time |
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[Blaq Poet:] |
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Nigga you knew better |
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With that motherfucking cheddar |
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Trying to run around like you're cash money Jigga |
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You're about to get your whole shit peeled |
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Your man getting stabbed and that bitch getting killed |
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Nigga what the deal |
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You better get your steel |
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I've seen a black car with four niggas looking I'll on the hill |
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Shit is about to get real |
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Looks like you need the nine mill, I got your back with the mac-mill |
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Stupid motherfucker got me in this |
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Fucking with you I might get my whole shit twisted |
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But we go way back, did many hood crimes |
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We watched Janet play Penny on Good Times |
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I always had your back, you always had mines |
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I know you bust for me, you know I bust mines |
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Call them niggas back, tell them that they're dead |
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Or meet you on the southside if they want their bread |
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Make sure that you got the full clip |
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And let the click know it just might be some bullshit |
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Send the chickens to the store, pour Henny in the raw |
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You fucked up, now we got to raw |
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[Hook] |
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[Blaq Poet:] |
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Now we on the block drinking |
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Getting drunk, playing with guns |
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Look up in here there they come |
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They came to kill my dun |
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Creeping, posting up on me |
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Niggas behind the tree |
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Taking aim on one knee |
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They got me |
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They got to drop |
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I turned up hop |
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We lit up the block |
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When the smoke cleared niggas was shot |
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I'm on the bench with the gatcock sizzling hot |
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Two duns dropped dead right then on the spot |
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Had to flee because we heard the motherfucking cops |
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Niggas is dead beacause you fucked up, mountains of rocks |
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Get out of here, I don't want to see you no more on the block |
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You're exiled, nigga |
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Better bounce now, nigga |
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You fucked up |