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Yo, a man don't got nothing to die for |
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Ain't worth living, you know what I'm sayin'? |
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Yo, I do this shit for niggas in jail cells |
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Niggas on corners hustlin', you know what I'm sayin'? |
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I do this shit from the heart, man |
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Yo, I write rhymes for Bemerz Rovers, overachievers |
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OGs and young thugs wanna hold heaters |
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One love, real niggas not gettin' out to make a deal nigga |
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I leave a nigga head numb like Bill Snivers |
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Figure me out, my duns pillin' Infinities out |
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I'm on some real shit blowin' my enemies out |
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If there's a thrown touchin' it I don't condone |
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Pocket Biggie rule forever, don't get it confused, never |
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My testimony'll be death to a phoney MC |
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You wanna impress me show me a key |
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Or I suggest we manifest this a drug deal test |
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Put your coke in the water, solidify the rest, yeah |
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Never question this poetry, I'm manifestin' this |
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Graffiti scriptured, my mind paints an easy picture |
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Analyze every line, my scene will vandalize |
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Mega Montana handle mine |
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Yo, at night I use to fantasize |
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Triple beam scheme banana five, yo, my pen, keep the plan alive |
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I went from misdate to big H |
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My niggas know I keep the shit straight, yeah |
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Yeah, you know testaments |
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It's like uncut raw dope you know? |
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Bag this up, ship this to ever hood |
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Know what I'm sayin' son? |
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You pump this on your block |
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This is where I stand for my clientele you know? |
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Then after that we have 'em make distribution of this |
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Word |
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Yo, I need stacks of green, either rap or cracks to fiends |
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It's mad trife, I seen indictments trap my team |
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Yo, deep thoughts supreme courts decievin' me |
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Trapped in the belly like the beast was conceiving me |
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Thug status, yo son, I'm above average |
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When it's time for you to die does love matter? |
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You ain't sharing nothing, payin' that and on bail |
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Weighin' nothin' on scale, nigga, you stay frontin' me |
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I got plans like niggas who chop grams |
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See when I eat my niggas eat, you wouldn't understand |
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I'm too real for you, what you dream I live and breathe |
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Which means, don't make me have to kill you |
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Play the game, see real niggas stay the same |
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Y'all niggas scarred to play our change |
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'Cause y'all forgot the streets where ya came |
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Shit is real, yeah, my words sound forbidden |
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Still I write lines for niggas |
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Still I wipe dimes who livin' ill |
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I represent excellence, my minds and I |
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My third eye a extra clip yet to spit |
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So never questioned it, poetry, I'm manifestin' it |
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Graffiti filled testament |
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Yeah, motherfuckers to east to west |
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The money green on your side, the money green on my side |
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Let's get it, get it together, know what I mean? |
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That's my testament, that's what I stand for, I'm out |
