[Verse 1]
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Hey yo I'm focused, it's the locust
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O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis
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Probably why I rose from zero to hope
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Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga)
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Hold the toast you provoke
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44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll
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Yes I hold my own
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Swifty think you be boast clone, I'm aimin
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Watch 'em switchin to Damons
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And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man
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When them thangs in hands, it's not a game man
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I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah
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Definition of a soldier, I told ya
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I.. hold the toast when I approach
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It's close at all times by my side in the holster
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O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure
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Pop [gunshot] it's all over, when the fo fo blows and goes [gunshot]
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[Chorus]
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When I'm up in the club
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And these niggaz they wanna act tough
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'Til they get plugged
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Watch them bullets go [bullet shot]
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Now you touched from a slug
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Huggin the streets like you in love
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Your heart race like [flatline]
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The ambulance arrive [police siren]
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They rush you to the spinner, flyin by my ride
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Engine like [engine revs], homie you just died
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Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime
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Just as quick as..
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[Verse 2]
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Lose your face, in a fool's race
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I put my tune first nigga, you was in second place
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And second place just means you didn't react with haste
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And this differentiates life where murder bein the case
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And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase
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Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate
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Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste
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Such a short span young man, sit at your wake
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First I'm a man, second I'm five eight, with size and weight
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Won't give a nigga the upper hand
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Cause when I pop [gunshot], I get a 's up like Barry Sand
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Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand
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Obie ain't playin, Obie got a plan
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And the plan is NOT to be layin in Earth's land
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I will POP before the can and Earth slayin
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You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision
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that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes
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Which is all the touch talk in front of bitches
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Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitches
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And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna
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But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California
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You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner
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O's and quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in need
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Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out
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They start scatterin, I'm no gangster, I'm a average man
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but be damned if I let 'em do me savage man
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Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him
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Cocked back and that [gunshot] gat will damage them
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It's not a act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmed
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This is me, what I'm about, this who I am motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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Average Man
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| Obie Trice |
