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Verse 1 (c-murder) |
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I guess its bout time for me to pay my dues |
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Just got shot got blood on my shoes |
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Two bullets in my chest that i cannot feel |
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Left the bulletproof vest in the coup de'ville |
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I'm steadily getting weaker i don't know what to do |
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Picked up the mobil phone dialed t-r-u |
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Drove myself to the clinic with revenge on my mind |
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Had to stash all my *********** and i hid my nine |
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Killa killa killa killa i'll pull your card |
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Just got out of jail beat a murder charge |
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Nigget *************z in the hood don't take no crap |
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Quick to get the gat and peel your cap |
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Release from the clinic and now i'm looking for a body |
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Strapped to the matt like a black john gotti |
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Ruthless as ************* and my eyes is red |
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I wanna put a hollow tip in a mother***********s head |
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I got word on the street i got funk with the southside |
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I'm a show 'em how to do a ***********g drive-by |
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Riggety rolled on them slow in the cadillac |
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Silkk behind the wheel, me and king in the pack |
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Master p in the passenger seat getting ready |
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Taking out the tech nine putting up the machette |
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Got close to them fools told silkk to cut the lights off |
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Grabbed my sawed off and blew the ************* arm off |
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Rat-tat-tat tat-tat-tat then we bailed out |
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Got away clean smoking blunts in the house |
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I can't trip cause you reap what you saw man |
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Cause murder is an everythang thang |
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(chorus) |
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Its an everyday thang |
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Verse 2 (master p) |
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I couldn't find a job so i started slanging crack |
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Ten mother***********s in a one room shack |
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Chopping up ?? 20's and 50's to get my cash up |
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?? this ***********g ************* to hold my ***********g stash homie |
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72 oz's that will be two keys |
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Cook it up with some cut and turn it into three |
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Open up shop and start serving double ups |
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5 days later watch a ************* ***********g bubble up |
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*********** on my ************* cause they know i'm living fat |
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And get the lexus painted everytime it gets a scratch |
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But i ain't even tripping |
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Cause i know these hoes don't like me |
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And every ***********g day the feds out to indict me |
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But i ain't going out on know mother***********g bull*************t case |
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I'd rather slang tapes across the world state to state |
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Look for distributions start up my own company |
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So the major mother***********g labels they could hump me |
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No limit came up quick just like a bullet |
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But master p ?? we pull it |
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And all them playa hating suckes still talking *************t |
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Better check billboard the number one hit |
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Still on the hood on the under ?? |
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Cause selling *********** is an everyday thang |
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