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feat. DUBB & Jake&Papa |
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[Produced by Cash Jones, Stat Quo] |
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[Hook] |
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Killers hanging outside the windows, aye |
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Oh my, oh my, I got trouble on my mind |
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I got trouble on my mind |
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I know my enemies run when that pistol shake |
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Nah, nah, nah, nah, I got trouble on my mind, trouble |
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[Verse 1] |
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It's a stolen G ride whenever we ride |
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It's war where we reside so I gots to keep my |
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Pistol close, even cops killing folks |
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Give their ass the whole magazine, ************* a centerfold |
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Sixteen with it, ho, one in the chamber |
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Mask on my face so I remain a stranger |
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Run around the corner on the side when we pull up |
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Learn the negotiations, how you talking to a bulldog? |
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Blap, blap, blap - what you hear when them shots go off |
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Devil on my shoulders told me squeeze my Glocks on y'all |
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Only the angel that I seen was the logo on the fitted |
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I'm a seven black *************, all my enemies'll get it |
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Bloody rag wrapped around my mother******g tech |
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Snoop "Murder Was The Case" what was playing in the deck |
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How else could I live my life |
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When yesterday's promise turn to present day's lies? |
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With the |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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Yeah, ************* shooting brothers for the color of their rag |
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I'm shooting at the *************s with the badge |
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Catch you walking out the station, that's your ass |
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*************, that's for Mike Brown, *************, that's for Eric Garner |
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Pig, that's for Sean Bell, die from these nine shells |
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Go against the SWAT team, meet us at the swap meet |
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They the real enemies, they the ones that killing me |
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Killing you, they killing us, judges don't do *************t for us |
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Cops kill a *************, bet they'll never get a sentence huh |
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Get promoted right after getting officers *************ing |
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What the ************* is this world coming to? |
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Unarmed black kids, they putting guns at you |
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That's been happening for years so that's nothing new |
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Got me sick to my stomach, ************* a stomach flu |
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Tell captain or the police that we coming through |
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With troops that ain't scared to die and they love to shoot |
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Some out the roof, it sunk |
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[Hook] |
