Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
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Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
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These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
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Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
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I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers
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Everytime I pull my Benz or what, 'cha pull me over
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I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking Whitey's coke tip
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Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *?dope-sip*?
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Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face
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The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case
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Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
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Just because you ain't got shit, bitch!
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Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
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That they can fuck with a million dollar nigga
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They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo
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Gettin fucked up in the gank-hole
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The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that
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motherfucker
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And we choke the motherfucker (Me stuck the motherfucker!)
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So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
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You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on
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[Chorus:]
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(Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)
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Dyin wit'cha boots on
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(Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)
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Yeah
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[Interlude:(prison guard talking to inmate)]
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[Guard:]
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Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
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25 to life and that's on the real
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So you better snitch on your partner
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[Inmate:]
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Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself
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Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
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They pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
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We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
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And end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen sink
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Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
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If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
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Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
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We sell each other albums, start frattin on our partners
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They start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
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And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
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You might as well play the state
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Cos you come to day for day
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And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit
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Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
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Lobbin wit'cha white suits on
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And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin boots on
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(Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)
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Dyin Wit'Cha Boots On
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| Scarface |
