[Pastor Troy]
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[Verse 1:]
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It was this muthafucker hi' about the got damn N.A.R.C.'s
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To see how quick to get the ki in college park
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I knew him from the shop, knew he was full of shit
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Wiped that nigga half a block, charge a whole brick
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I got him thinking well shit I'll git dat money back
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Got a surprise for his ass, hell naw jack, I got to go
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I cut the corner by the store when they first got on my ass
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Carrying all my damn dope, so I got to be fast
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I'm looking mad as a muthafucker stooped down low
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And I'm a kill me a muthafucker, I can't go
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Cause hell no, that 44 is tapping my side
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Telling me to turn around on these bitches and fry
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And see I never should've served that nigga
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I'll make it my business to murder that nigga
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You see I, I shouldn't of served that nigga
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I'll make it my business to murder that nigga
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[Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again)
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A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch
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[Recite 8x)
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[Verse 2:]
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I cut between this green house and this blue muthafucker
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Still touting my money, I'm headed back towards my brother
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On tha other street, pulled my heat, released three
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They may catch some, but they will never catch me
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And with this nigga half of ki, I'm running faster than ever
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S squads and the N.A.R.C.'s, but they got to come better
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Got my pistol in my left hand, my money in right
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These niggas fucking with a made man and shots take flight
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I think they might try to cut me off on Pecan Drive
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Make a left, then a right, hold my breath and hide
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Then go aside of this old house and change my clothes
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Trying to find a safe place where I can hide my dope
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I'm creeping up out the do', slip of my grinding suit
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I reload the 44, now I'm ready to shot
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I took the money to the back, cut the shit in the sofa
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Look some snitches like that, so I tipped it over
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Now I'm smiling like the Joker on the brink of a laugh
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Now I got to find this nigga that tried to act
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Cause see I, never should've served that nigga
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I'll make it my business to murder that nigga
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[Hook in background:] (You fucked up when he see my ass again)
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A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch
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[Recite 8x]
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[Verse 3:]
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I stepped back out in the darker suit, threw on my skully
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Know tha N.A.R.C. 's some where mad as hell, looking bout ugly
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But they can't touch me, I know what they gone do before it's done
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Now they advise that young muthafucker to run
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Cause when I come, I'm coming with tha work
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All you hear is gun shots, you see a nigga hurt
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He shouldn't of fucked with me
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Living out lucky, he playing it smart
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Don't show yo face, in College Park
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It's getting dark, so I sparked, cause I ain't smoked all day
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Where ever that muthafucker hiding, his ass better stay
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Cause I don't play muthafucker, let's get that straight now
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Muthafuckers will do what muthafuckers allow
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But I'm like blaow, how the hell am I going under
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Caught him cutting the corner, I filled him up with the thunder
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Made him wonder was it worth it, put four in his heart
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Don't start that shit in College Park
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I ripped his chest apart and shot that bitch walking with him
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Then I went and called a ambulance to come and get 'em
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Had to hit 'em, to show 'em I'm a real muthafucker
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I grabbed my money and hit 20 it's to Augusta
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I never should've of served that nigga
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I made it my business to murder that nigga
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You see I shouldn't of served that nigga
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I'll made it my business to murder that nigga
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Hook: In background (You fucked up when he see my ass again)
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A frame me, frame me, you gone die bitch
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[Recite till end]
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Frame Me
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| Pastor Troy |
