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Bridge:
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Gang bangin', dope slangin', guns ringin' everywhere
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Money makin', man no fakin', givin' up a bottle cap
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First (and only) verse:
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I'm bout as real as they come, nigga we started this first
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I told your Mom "I know it hurts to see your son in that church"
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And they continue to search, lookin' for the killa too sweet
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He got the laws out on the street while they mobbin' hoes on the beat
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Have a pete, these hoes is great, eatin' steak under the plate
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Believe they handlin' weight
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Suckin' dick and feedin' ya grapes
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They got some loot of they own
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Pushin' balls of heroin
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17 shots to the dome
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Oh yeah, they packin' that chrome
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Now they freakin' this nigga
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Wanted for killin' and dope dealin'
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How did you figure
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You'd ever get away nigga?
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Now they kickin' in doors
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And knockin', fallin' on floors
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Them coppers packin' four fours
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Your life ain't no longer yours
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Have 'em beggin' to stop
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They pop a nigga off top
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This nigga poppin' a cop
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Straight puttin' it down for his block
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Them hoes ain't lettin' SHIT slide
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Bangin' like Bonnie & Clyde
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Left way too many smokin'
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Straight leavin' foreheads open
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LIL' FRANKIE
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I got that eagle, bangin' 'em like it's legal
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Them hoes done put me down, now I'm goin' to meet them people
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Insane as Frankie Da Screwdriver
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| Insane |
