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I ain't goin back to jail |
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Next time, the County or the State see me |
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it's gonna be in a bag |
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UHH! This is it baby! |
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End of the road, ha hah! |
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When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! |
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You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though |
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You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon! |
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Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe |
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from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason |
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Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass |
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out that S-Class for fakin, forty-fo' blast |
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is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path |
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Ain't no love here, just slugs here |
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Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible |
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for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable |
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Third eye watchin you, watchin me |
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Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea |
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Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me |
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Just keep the heat closely and ride for me |
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Cause we family for better or worse, you and I |
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from the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt |
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to be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer |
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for deceased peers, holdin fort |
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Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse |
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in the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked |
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Homicide the crime Method, add another |
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killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale |
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Who wan' test me, c'mon! |
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Me shot pussy-hole fi fun |
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Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring |
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Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem |
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My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl |
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in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin |
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Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat |
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Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats |
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Fiend yellin out, who got those? Go and see |
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shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough |
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Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases |
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Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper |
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Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers |
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And God'll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us |
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May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest |
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The Mayor wanna call the SWAT team to come and kill us |
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but, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live |
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to get revenge, and we ride to the end |
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Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn, and still rise |
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Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's |
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and only five in, the Belly of the beast |
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Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets |
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It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat |
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And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth |
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We slangin to eat, bringin the heat |
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Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh |
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When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) |
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My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) |
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Give us one shot at life (let us fly) |
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Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) |
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When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) |
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My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) |
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Give us one shot at life (let us fly) |
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Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) |
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There's mad money out here dawg |
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Mad money out here |
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What you tryin to get it? (Word up) |
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You gonna bust your gun to get it? (Tsh, whatever yo) |
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I hear you I hear you |
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Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem |
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Pinch myself to wake up, cause I KNOW it's a dream |
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Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob em |
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Niggaz that know me well see me and think I'ma problem |
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I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood |
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But word to God I turn your last name to Underwood |
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Cause if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me |
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What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D |
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The dawg come and getcha outside |
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The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed |
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Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn't miss you |
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Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you |
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Drama, it's right here, how MUCH YOU NEED? |
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Beat you down with gat see how MUCH YOU BLEED |
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How MUCH YOU PLEAD, for your life, you was a killer |
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And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer |
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Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime |
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one more nine, c'mon cry nigga |
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It's over! This is the shit, that hits hard |
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You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall |
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When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die) |
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My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye) |
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Give us one shot at life (let us fly) |
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Come on niggaz! (we dawgs for life) |
