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I'm on the couch with my arms racing the breaks |
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Sipping Malibu, watching Al Pacino's Scarface |
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Tell 'em, Tony, when all of the sudden the whole *******t just thrown on me |
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I been through everything you ever thought about |
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In the drug game no doubt, in and out a few shoot-outs |
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Yeah, I've been shot before, you alls blowing down the door |
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This kid try to hit me up with a .44 |
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Something ain't right, yo, *******t is shady |
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Doctor pulling bullets from my body, look like slugs from a 380 |
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For a minute I thought I was dead |
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I head my cousin Buddha say they tried to move, accuse ahead |
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They had to be the kids from up the block |
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Heard I was making moves out of state |
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They heard I had a little cake |
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You see, they strike it, they ******* up thinking I'm dead |
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I took the bullets to the body in the lower leg |
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They done said, them kids about to get wetted |
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It's gonna be a whole lot of bodies popping up dead |
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Like I said, my body's on the couch doing some healing |
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*******s on the block dropping dimes and squealing |
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I'm on the phone with my cousin the guard back, kill what you had to say |
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Now it's gonna be repercussions and retaliations |
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But first I gotta go on vacation |
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I gotta get my revenge |
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*******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps |
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Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep |
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Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* |
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And real *******s always win |
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Please lay back, I'm all better, ******* the Berretta |
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Show 'em what I mean, get these streets sweeping, time to clean |
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Six deep in the cave five with the windows tinted |
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Six more to get strapped with Macs and techs in the Tourist rented |
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Yo, snatch that punk and put his ******* ass in the trunk |
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We gonna take 'em to the hideout, these blindfolded, mouth filled with duct tape |
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Take the razor to his face |
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Now he's screaming, 'I wanna die, I wanna die' |
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Yo, shut the ******* up before I stab your ass in the eye |
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You're not gonna die yet, I need some information |
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'Cause I think your infiltration is coming from that kid, Jason |
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He was somebody I was ******* with back in '88 |
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Doing drug cakes, getting paid, but now I'm straight |
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He was messing with five percent of the justice |
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Kid was *******sty, just couldn't trust him |
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I had to step into my own thing, I year later got my own ring |
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Yeah, I'm my own king |
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So no wonder his crew members under my possession |
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Before I kill you, I want a confession |
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I gotta get my revenge |
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*******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps |
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Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep |
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Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* |
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And real *******s always win |
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I gotta get my revenge |
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*******s is *******sty, watch who's your peeps |
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Know who to trust before they bust you in your sleep |
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Real *******s do real things and *******sty ones a ******* |
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And real *******s always win |
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Double brew with the mansion and the yacht |
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A50 land cruiser and now the town was on lock |
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Jason was getting gel, he heard you was getting mad |
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Shut the ******* up, this is what you gonna do |
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You gonna go by Jason's about 8 o'clock |
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Tell him, yo, J, we ******* up |
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What you gonna say? 'Yo, J, we ******* up' |
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Meanwhile me and J in the city, all in the semis like mobsters |
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Sipping Perignon and eating lobsters |
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But what J never knew, I came with 50 kids from my crew |
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And he came with about two |
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So as we kick the willy boat, he keeps a peep, says it's a call from home |
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He goes the steps to the phone |
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He comes back to the table looking all distraught and puzzled |
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I guess he realizes it's gonna be some trouble |
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Yo, Artie Boo, lock the door, this *******t is closing |
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Nobody leaving till I get this beef *******t here even |
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Not this is realest situation, gets funny |
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He starts telling me where his stash at and all of his money |
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I don't want your stash, I want your ass, that's why I cut you from getting cash |
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His *******sty ass won't last, enough talking, we out of here |
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Yo, yo, Q, the vehicle is parked in the rear |
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Slide through the back, jump in the five, wag BBS and Pirelli's |
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Caught a body, filled my belly, now I hit the telly |
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Now overall you can see, it didn't have to be the jealousy and envy |
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Made him *******sty |
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Now I got my revenge, sorry, my friend this is where the story has to end |
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Gotta get my revenge |
