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Only the good soldiers die young |
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To stay alive up in these streets you gotsta fly one |
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Fore the flamers make you famous aimin to ply one |
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Niggaz is dyin over pie crumbs, the live ones |
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(Only the good die young) |
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Only the good soldiers die young |
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Over chips they'll leave you drippin witcha side numb |
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Come out the fort with your torches up and ride Dunn |
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No one survives with a shy gun inside slums |
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(Only the good die young) |
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[Kool G Rap] |
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The bullies are back |
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Gettin the news that's tragic, feuds are graphic |
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Moves through the traffic |
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Break any rules you lose your attic |
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Who's in the habit of usin the static |
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Make somethin ooze out your cabbage |
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When dudes with ratchets, can pay your dues |
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Stools on the mattress, bruised and battered |
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Blown out your shoes and your fabrics |
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With Jakes searchin for clues and maggots |
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My crew is savage, we carry no dead weight |
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Bet they hide you when I slide kid |
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All my tools is packaged, and lose you faggots |
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Stay coppin them jewels with karats, so who's the rabbit |
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Trix are for kids, in the buggy eye 6 on the strip |
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Strictly for big wigs, so tell me what this is |
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A nigga that's bout his biz, a nigga that don't forgive |
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A nigga that don't renege, a nigga that bust a cig, rupture your ribs |
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Front and I'll bring it to you 'xactly where you live |
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BGF surround the crib, throw a pound to the kid |
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Hit a fry when the good die young |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool G Rap] |
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Yo it's a whole city of animals |
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Cannibals, bloodthirsty niggaz that hammer you |
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and handle you, shots makin you flammable |
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That's what an evil man's plan'll do |
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Vandal you, candle you, dismantle you |
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Leavin your fam and crew, pan a few blocks |
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Bodies in camera view, for a grand or two |
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Land you on channel two |
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When niggaz can't eat, that's what the fam'll do |
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Leave you for the mantle, examine you |
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For the van to come transfer you |
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Too late to bandage you, too much damage to you |
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The coroners know how to manage you |
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Down in they land they planted you |
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That's what the cannons do, forever branded you |
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Spare cannoned you, abandoned you, rock you to sleep |
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Niggaz surrounded you, death wish granted you, fan at you |
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Went to my hundred shot clip when they flip & throw a grand at you |
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Peel your shit open like a can of brew |
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Then they work from the mandible, havin you livin where the salmon do |
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The good die young, redrum, who left to take a stand for you |
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[Chorus] |
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[Kool G Rap] |
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You ock a hot bet (?) and catch a popped vessel |
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And shot vestibule; you got testicles |
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Beef bring a nigga get shot visible |
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Rock with the best of you; then it's back to the block |
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The blacktops we open up shop and clock decimals |
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Fake cops, scrape from the teeth hot for residue |
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The foul slang liver(?) page, reach for that shit on your waist |
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Every killer in the place get hit in the face |
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Turn around, simmer down nigga, get in the safe |
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What you fear when the shots is blowin; shed a tear for the one |
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that caught one under the ear inside of his top popped open |
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It's death for all niggaz that left with the glock smokin |
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Came in with hot toast and left the whole spot soakin |
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Fuck y'all niggaz not knowin, we make your seeds stop growin |
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Guerilla nigga, we keep rhymes flowin |
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Bust a four pound, man down, found in the lot swollen |
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Drama brung, all inside the slum, the good die young |
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[Chorus] |
