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(feat. Banger , Lake , Main O) |
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[Cormega] |
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Death before dishonor, never betray for dollars |
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Stash for rainy days, keep away from cowards |
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Son, we takin' ours, nobody givin' us a damn thing |
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I ain't the type to livin' out my man name |
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Any nemesis of mine, I have 'em |
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Missin' they lives, reminiscin' in hell |
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Fell victim to my nine, niggaz persecute me |
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My enemies thirst to shoot me, but fear retalition |
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From burst them toolies, even my birth confuse me |
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On this earth waitin' patiently, catch and see the dirt |
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My seed replacin' me, you're my mental absorb |
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Residential drug wars, hand to hand sales and thugs mourn |
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Crush raw, flip before the D's rush my door |
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It's real when I tell it, cuz it's comin' from a felon |
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The only two words that ever move me, would set it |
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Huh? Niggaz know, Mega's so poetic |
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[Banger] |
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I'mma do and die til I'm six feet dead in a box |
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Until my bent, cuz niggaz wet it with shots |
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But it ain't gonna happen, I was known for strappin' |
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Switchin' up guns, and bang, your fifth, abort the block |
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This thing, it strip, flooded the block, so it really ain't a |
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Problem, for that cannon to pop |
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One word will get you, and your mans and them shot |
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I hang with straight up killers, nigga |
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No birds, just murder you, thugs |
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That body dudes for, money and drugs |
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One click, no bitch, nothin' funny with us |
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Act up and get bust, fuck around if you want |
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Play tough or get slugged, put underground if you front |
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That skinny nigga, benchin |
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drugs, sniffin' weight of the scales |
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Been brolic since I was young, pushin' weight by 12 |
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At 16, I started buggin', pickin' off dudes |
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Caught bodies in the lobby, splittin' up crews |
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[Lake] |
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I'mma murder you or get killed, trynna do it |
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Have my bummies stab ya monkey ass up, wanna move me |
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You stupid, if you think that, Lake will just eat that |
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I have you hit, pickin' your seed, now beat that |
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D's ask for allibies, I'm gettin' pies |
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From Mexican's in the tropics, walkin' pelican fly, I |
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Talk the talk, cuz I'm walkin' the walk |
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If the streets was yours nigga, I'd chalk your corpse |
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Cuz I debo like Nino Brown, rico clowns |
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Gon' have to gummy down, John Dillinger style, cuz I'll |
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Clap the mag', while they throwin' the gas in |
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Like Fred Hampton, to protect my family |
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They trap me in the world, where they only respectin' |
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Violence and only way out is lethal injection |
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Westin', lord is this, dog eat dog |
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So I lock John Maul, everytime that I'm brought |
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[Maino] |
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Yo, half of these niggaz they front like they pop heaters, kid |
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Think it's a movie, and get beat, like Jesus did |
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I leave that kid, with one hand, swing that shit |
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I'm givin' man that shot boy, if he that big |
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See if he really want it, you can holla, dog |
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It's only two things I fear, the feds and my baby moms |
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It's on, how can that boy take the stand and lie |
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'Dict just blew, not knowin' when I'mma see my guy |
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I'm so confused, it's clear, when you my eyes |
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It's me and my crew til the end, we gon' ride |
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We nothin' alike, you never been a hustler holmes |
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Then what you know about runnin' up in hustler homes |
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I clutch the chrome, send shots out in dispurse |
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Think you street, I leave your whole head, on top of the dirt |
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It's Maino, man, Brooklyn boy, Nostrum and Gates |
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Real recognize real, I'm with Cormega and Lake |
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I wanna see how tough you is, when we face to face |
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The only reason you still breathin', nigga, it's fate, uh.. |
