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[Featuring The Outlawz, Prince Ital Joe]
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Intro:
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[Bad Azz]
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Hennesy
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Freeride in the house
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Busta Ass
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[Kastro]
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Outlawz
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[Bad Azz]
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Outlawz hooked up with that nigga Bad Azz
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Makin' cash, motherfucker
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[Prince Ital Joe]
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See them runnin,
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fuck up us by them thug life control
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How should the thugster
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Must be in the area
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Outlaw does the law
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Dept on the gangsta
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When's Ital Joe in the ruff spot ya
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Verse 1:
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[Napolean]
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Well since a young age
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I'll been thugged out till the fullest
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Niggas strap now
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You don't want me dead
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Gimme that, I'll bet I'll pull it
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Cause since a young age
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I been starvin'
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Niggas say hungry
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Fuck around with the lonely
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You couldn't fuck around with the phony
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In this life I lead
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Nigga hustle
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At a crack speed and I dig greed
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Fuck makin' friends respectfully
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I will cry for you at your murder scene
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This Napolean
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But he got quick, don't strike first, it's on again
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In the shoe son
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On the stash son
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At least pretend he born away
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This Outlawz, thug don't see
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Fuck around you when I see
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Your family, all the century
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Matter of fack bitch only mention me
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I'm comatosed
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I'm stretched out on the Westcoast till the fullest
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At a overdose of bullets
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And tell your bitch ass, shall pull it
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You shouldn't fuck around
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With the wrong Niggas
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At the wrong time
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At the wrong place
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You shouldn't fuck with some Outlawz
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Bad Boy killers
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Puffy erasers
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Verse 2:
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[Kastro]
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I'm a soldier
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Sober
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Even when I'm over
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Smoked out, drunk and plus fuckin' on the sofa
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In the Ghetto
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You jellow, heart full of yellow
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You thugged out, all bugged out
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And can't settle
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Word up
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That's worth to me and all I love
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My dick's stuck in the dirt
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Fuckin' the world and can't bust
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Back to the lab
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Back to the bed
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Born oven
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You's a fag
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Movin' fast
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Happy ass, gone lucky
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Picture this
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A Nigga get blissed to remeniss
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Fuck a ho
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Fuck her slow
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Put a strong in a stramp
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It's me
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Drunk as can be, on a humble
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I piss shit and shit piss
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Fuck till my dick crumble
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My life, full of the worst
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To imagine
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Me in struggle like a magnet
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Outlaw ill savage
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My time
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Step on the grind, wouldn't mind
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My life full of late nights
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My time wont provide
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Chorus: x2
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[Bad Azz]
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This life of mine
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Were only time on my side till I die
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Gettin' high,
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waste of time
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Livin' blind by the light
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Gettin' by
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The best way I can in these times
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And it hurts to know my life ain't really mine
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Verse 3:
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[E.D.I]
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Now the custom my kind are
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They label me a plot
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Well Am I supposed to let 'em ride on
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End on drippin' blood
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Like Salaam and I would
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It's the wild, wild Westside
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Best to recollect
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Collect your toys
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Try not to get too high
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Off the laundry
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Cause the crime seen to be you
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Pride to the fight
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You was yappin'
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Now you see through
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I fillst the evil
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As soon as I enter the section
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But I'm a renegade
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Made of the days I remember
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Ment to only live my life strife free
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But Niggas like me
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Want mo' hood
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So we kick in the do'
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Screamin' Outlawz
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We outsmart hoes
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With Bad Azz fo' sho
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Get yours
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Get the fuck off
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And flow
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Verse 4:
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[Young Noble]
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Yo
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I'm hardly livin'
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A Nigga pushin' that I should be in
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Stuck in hole
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The world put me in
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Shiverin'
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They sayin' thugs ain't citizens
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In the civilized world among us
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So world hunger
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If they could
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They take the world from us
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And who I mean by they, teachers
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Who don't believe in his students
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Preachers who take the money
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And turns folks us to use 'em
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Crooked cops who blast Niggas
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For thinkin' guns from ruthless
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Politicians and bad lords,
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knowin' their motherfucking choosers
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Who the fuck they done to roof us
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They made a Nigga snap
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With bigger gaps and quicker raps
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A Nigga nasty perhaps
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Brief pass me the strap
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Either the Glock or one of the Gauges
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Tryin' to stab me or not
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On a plot or rockin' stages
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Pac raised us
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Soldier never let fuckin' cops cage us
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Sayin' we all lost souls
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And they can't save us
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Son is outrages
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A faded ass like Noble
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Sayin' Outlawz is no more
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Thinkin' we all got killed
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But we been on the day
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Motherfucker since you was on me
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Fuck you
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Heads or tails get on the green
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[Prince Ital Joe]
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In the murder you try,
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but you can't stop her
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This is out the youth
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Nobody here will die
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Verse 5:
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[Bad Azz]
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Occupation sayin' Occupie
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Rockin' high rhymes while you jockin' mine
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Cockin' nine up in these times
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Ain't no stoppin' mine
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Keep in mind
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You can find the streets' greedy thugs
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Heat takes souls away
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It's no love
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Drugs help me cope with no hope
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It's like stressin'
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Smoke a sassin
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Can't find no bomb dope
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Continue to pear
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For steppin' with conceal weapons
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Catchin' cases is in
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In off the cell that you sleapped in
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Lowlifes and big bold letters
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Locked up
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A half a key rocked up
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I had your ass shot up
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I keep dust kicked up
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And that's another how you fuck wheels
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Born to cause luck
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These Outlawz they too much
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Rust to the front
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And get touched
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And it was sluts who hit ya
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Go tell 'em
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Suck dick and tap
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It's the only thing we sell 'em
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Catch bullets as they hell 'em
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And guess what
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Nigga I stay bailin', yellin'
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Rider die
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Get richer stay high
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In this life of mine
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Gone were I don't care, I don't care
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[Prince Ital Joe]
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Gunshots
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They tell 'em you go ruff
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Gangsta
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Buck, buck
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(?)
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Cause it's like respecting
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Respect in every aspect,
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that gone to be a suspect
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Fuck, fuck
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Gunshots
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[Outlawz]
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Outlawz
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What you think about ridin'
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You see
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Here
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We over here
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Thug Pound rock
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Fo sho
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They never quit
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Bad Azz
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this life of mine
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| bad a$$ |
