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Young Thugs in this mother******* |
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Don't break up the fight, let 'em rumble |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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Some say my criminal experience is legendary |
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I do what's necessary |
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*************s wanna see me burried, worried, if you coming hurried |
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I ain't going down, ************* the world I'm a thug |
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Tell 'em can't nothing stop me but a slug |
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I went from drug dealing to a shot caller |
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From off the block, no longer rock |
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And putting money in my pocket, nationwide baller |
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************* ************* I'm prepared to die, before I fry |
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I hit the ****** so I be forever high |
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My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee |
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I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed |
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******* don't wanna see me leave, forever thugging |
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Tell 'em bury me a G on everything I love |
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And ************* the law 'cause the raw *************s ain't free |
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This picture's clear but we can't see |
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This game is jealousy, don't let 'em change |
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That's what they keep on telling me, mother************* the fame |
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I can't sleep 'cause I keep hearing peeps |
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Loving masters wrapped in my sheets |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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Rather ************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me, ************* |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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The game is getting deeper with this I couldn't stop, I'm reminising |
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And having flashbacks when them *************s came up missing |
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Wish in my heart, these *************s they ain't have to start |
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Now therefore they gotta see in dark |
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Played the part with heart when we spark they part |
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Running silly through the court, they don't really wanna start |
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How you wanna do? Yo K, anyway |
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These mother*******s wanna play we can do it all day |
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So I stay, sipping on my aray to keep my head fine |
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And I'm where? Everywhere from here to bedtime |
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And I squeeze when I say I'm coming |
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Straight gunning on enemies if it's really me that they wanting |
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'Cause it ain't nothing, Y'all *************s is fronting |
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Do you really want it? *************s dying |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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You'd rather ************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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You'd rather ************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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Now, we're in '94, *************s get bust through the do' |
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Cup in a flash sittin' on that ass and rarely fold |
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Galitter tell 'em bout that trife *************t you wanna fight? |
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I wanna light *************t, you lose your life ************* |
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A ************* struggle too hard for what I got hustle |
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And doubled every ******g yard that I cop and stop |
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Hell nah! I coulnd't see it |
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Facing a century in the penatentury but so be it |
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And Jesus couldn't help me out the state |
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Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the Pearly Gate |
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But wait No time for stalling but death is calling |
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You wanna stomp on it somebody's gotta start falling |
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True, what I do from sun up is for a come up |
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Wake up with my gun up, 'cause when I sneak that's when they run up |
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So It's time to spray like Ray |
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And put the freeze on these fake Gs, you know how we do |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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You'd rather ************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me, ************* |
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I try to tell these mother*******s they ain't see |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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You'd Rather ************* with these other other little Gs |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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What *************? Young mother******g thugs, let's out do it |
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Don't make enemies with me ************* |
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Y'all better ************* with these other *************s |
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And I don't see it |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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Mother*******s is fatal ************* |
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I swear by the Gods |
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Don't make enemies with me ************* |
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*************s gonna see they caskets ******g with these bastards |
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Don't make enemies with me |
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It's for all these mother*******s that's swearing to God |
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That they be doing something |
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That they touching something |
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That they being something |
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Y'all *************s ain't *************t |
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That's on my mama bring the drama, ************* |
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Young Thugs, ************* the drugs |
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These *************s making records, y'all *************s best to check it |
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'Cause y'all gonna get yo asshole tore |
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They tearing patches out you *************s ass |
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All y'all *************s, I don't give a ************* who you running with |
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This is thug life *************, the new generation mother******* |
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Young Thugs we chin checking all you junior high school mother*******s |
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Y'all better feel this *************t, don't make enemies with these *************s |
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You better be friendly mother*******, I swear to God |
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We running through, smile from handshake |
