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All the way from the hood |
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One chocolate ******* up to no good |
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Yo I gotta watch my back, cause it's like that |
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Too many fools on a mission |
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Tryin to put in work for a hood they ain't even got they ass in |
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Everybody got beef, with me and my crew |
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But ain't nobody step yet (so what the ******* they do? ) |
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Talkin all day ************t |
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Runnin they mother****** lip worried about who a blood or crip |
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Man, ******* the red and the blue team |
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Fool, my color runs green |
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And it'll stay as |
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I chooseAnd if my homies ain't down, they catchin the blues |
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They wanna stab me in my back huh? |
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But soon as they do, |
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I'm comin back at cha |
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The same go for a ************ |
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She wanna ******* and be good, til the money maker switch |
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And then I'm out on my limbs |
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Be got a grip on myself, and kicked the ************ to the wind |
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Cause my trust goes to no one (yup) |
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And sometimes - |
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I can't trust my damn self |
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It's a God damn shame |
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Ain't no reason to blame, one fool or one game |
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But it's life and a ******* gotta deal with it |
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Man, I'm just tired of the bull************t |
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Now if the gangsta ************t is what you're cravin for |
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And the funky ass tape is what you're savin for |
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Then look no further, cause |
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I'm the brother |
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And I'm a break it down and kick the ************t once more |
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Now the *******z tryin to disrespect the q they get knocked out |
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*******z tryin to disrespect the crew they get drug out |
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*******z tryin to catch a ******* slippin get snuffed out |
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And ******* tryin to set a ******* up they get carried out |
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And yeah that bucket that you ridin in, when the glock roar |
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That's the same mother******* you'll be hidin in |
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Fifteen holes, flat tires and you're windows gone |
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Now what's really goin on? |
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From Denver to |
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Phoenix and even st. |
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LouisEverywhere we went, fools tried to do us |
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And to the suckaz thinkin that a ******* wouldn't steal |
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How your jaw feel, and is your nose healed? |
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Somewhere along the line they musta heard the rumor |
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Of my underground days mixed with bangin and humor |
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And when I got on stage, they all jumped in my way |
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Shoutin, "whattup 'cause? " just to see what |
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I'd sayBut |
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I ain't trippin, just checkin a grip |
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I ain't crippin or even ruinin blood'n, just smokin a bud'n |
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Gettin bent, so if you wanna see me throw a full fit |
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Then come up in my face with that bull************t |