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My eyes seen some breaks and bullets that passed |
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Plenty of ass, snakes come up outta the grass |
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Fort drink from a glass that we throw in the air |
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Champagne spillin over, as we toast to the year |
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Most passion guns, healthy girls and sons |
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To take over family biz, live out tradition |
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Like it's planned to be, flow gradually |
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Had to take everything, nothing hand to me |
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For the money, I respect have me kickin your door |
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You're in trouble when you can't see the angel no more |
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This little nigga seen a lotta ill shit in my life |
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Blood on my kicks, tale of a black nigga tryin to get rich |
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Life is a bitch, now a nigga fickle my dick |
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Loves to fuck, and live life allustrious |
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Why must we bust, mix murder with business |
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Corrupt the game, that ain't the way to conduct things |
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I ain't tryin to get my family involved in gun blaze |
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Have thief come back like instant replay |
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In Bucktown niggas get killed in broad day |
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Along with they peeps, they moms and shor-tay |
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It's a dirty game of cold hearts |
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You play it out to the end or you don't start |
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Let them things go unneccesary hit ya mark |
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Wanna live to be rich gotta be smart |
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You can't take me out, you can't take me out |
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I knew you was grimy before I met you |
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Raw metal, If I squeeze, god bless you |
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(And god forgive me, but I had to do it |
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If I didn't I'd be in the I.C. unit losin fluid) |
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But I know this ain't the end lord |
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(And I know this gun is not my friend lord |
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It's like we like to use it) |
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It's like we like the music |
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It's like we like the bullshit |
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I get frustrated by the bullshit and easy to pull shit |
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(Give me somethin you can feel this) |
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(Thick ill shit, kill you and the dude you chill wit) |
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And if I ain't your killa, I still cry for you |
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Lord knows I'm not a murderer, I'm just good at what I do |
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(So If my lifes on the line, and my backs on the wall |
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May the lord be with you when I back up the four) |
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And may the lord be with you when your backs on the floor |
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Chokin on your own blood, cuz you relaxed during war |
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Motherfuckers want us outta the picture (is that so?) |
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In the streets you can die to that (gotta go) |
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Stop your blood flow, you cowards can't eat no more |
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Money gotta a nigga dress to woe |
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(Mr. Ripper test the fo', die offa cess and 'dro |
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Head shots turn a coward into vegetable) |
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Hot ones to your vest and clothes |
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By professional, once it blow, god best it goes |
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(Take yo tokes, lookin to pretty to throw |
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Anyway we're you goin ain't gonna need it no more |
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Kickin grown rap, but a cocaine rap |
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Disrespect that, get your old man slapped |
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Strong arm tact's have your whole fam whacked |
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P.N.C. the best hit you back to back |
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Chest to chest, strip your ears, wrist and neck |
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Stop talkin like a killer if you scared to death) |
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You can't take us out, you can't take us out |
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You can't take us out |
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You can't take us out, you can't take us out |
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You can't take us out, you can't take us out |
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It can't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga |
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It won't happen nigga, let's get it poppin nigga |
