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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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And all my niggas say |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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And I'm live from the streets '73 |
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Caprice with the alligator seats |
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Alpine beats beat the block up all night |
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Wood grain a good thing, we riding all types |
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Chevy's alright, blue pin stripe |
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All American me, patriotic when |
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I ride Bulletproof outside for you monks that starve |
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I got something for death wishers wishing that |
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I Ease up for a minute |
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Man I'm pushing city limits, no recruising, |
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I didn't did it |
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Spend straight to the top |
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Made a couple benz |
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Now it's time to hit the block and bring my niggas out to shop |
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All new fabrics, |
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Jordan's automatic |
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Couple gold chains, couple 4-4matics |
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Keeps a nigger one static |
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We lie about milk city |
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G's, we are savage |
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Came from the basements and the attics |
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Jump shot the serve rock |
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Beat the average line state of a young black male |
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The trap's so small but we trap so well |
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Spend it all at once and make it back so well |
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The circle of this how they say heaven's beyond these gates |
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I swear I see heaven every time |
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I enter the place |
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It's the faith |
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I have in change |
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But it always stays the same as |
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I ride around in vane |
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And they say |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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And we smoking on that |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na (got me feeling like) uuu (that feeling's like) uuu |
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I got my dog shades on |
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Blocking out these trobe lights |
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Eyes blood shot, |
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I've been sippin' all night |
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On my 7 jay paper's all white |
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I'm so distant from the star type |
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The ones them self of music |
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Insanity is drilling me so the drugs |
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I use it To flow away from this bullshit, abuse it |
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Tryna escape the bull pit, that same old blueprint |
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But ten friends fake women the whole niners groolish |
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Nightmares in night is |
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Slight glance from |
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Chevy chairs |
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Heavy is making hard to breathe |
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The money's so fast so it makes your heart believe |
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Temptation in the entertainment, all for the love of being famous |
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The cool ones end up being the lamest |
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So rappers |
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I spoke to became the strangers |
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And nameless, brainless, faceless, forgotten |
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Were sitting at the top now they falling to the bottom |
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Now they crawl around me, watching my every move cause |
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I'm the next king |
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Gracious and militant, |
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Martin Luther's dream |
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Peeked the whole scene through the lends of |
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Malcolm Little |
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Ready for the revolution, same riffle, same window |
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Man, what'd |
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I get myself into? |
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What'd I get myself into? [x2] |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
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Na na na na na |
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Na na na na na uuu uuu |
