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yeah
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Infinite
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Lockdown
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yeah
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yo I'll tell you 'bout a drama
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of this wild girl for real
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she was wilder than most of them street cats for real
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the black Pamela Anderson Barb Wire or similar
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crisp like a gold plated dessert eagle she dealt with ya
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sky's the limit a lady thug underneath
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watch all the huslters givin' nuff respect to Shanice
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had mad connects but half of them would have to risk life
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to make a million was the biggest goal on her rife
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she just engraved it, small, right on the outside of the barrell
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couldn't really notice it unless you looked close like choaclate goes
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right by the light post
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she juggled on the corner with a blown barb
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bleed you through nights, a couple slugs
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dark blocks always run hot, heat up your spot
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anything done, comes with consequence, sometimes suspend shot
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forever guide you as long you stay strong
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the real girl relate to these words, the last don
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'round and 'round it goes, but I still strive
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I'm human, I'm human
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the dollar sign is what controlled her life
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but never mistaken
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yo, you wanna hear about Shanice
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she livin' in this cold world
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walks with a shotty, response for nobody
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streetwise, on a street level they try to take yours
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try to run your mouth with these ops between your jaws
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she knows how to draw cocked hammers and four fours
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must've ride in under her lingere in the top drawer
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sometimes she feels she gotta rock a vest
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for the types of work she's invovled wit'
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rob all your goods, make you strip
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one night, a bachelor got locked off in the west
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ah yeah, they done it too fast, the house under heard a gun blast
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a wild wannabe be one, right through the ceiling
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now everybody gotta leave, house is fogged up from trees
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Shanice is on her way out, she bucked a girl she had drama wit'
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back then once, but never seen since
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she's in the eyes of others, but too vexed to hear her told
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me be in this last verse, and watch this drama unfold
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she was a girl who didn't hesitate to deal with your case
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the other girl, her man was drapin' it, and all in her face
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didn't love the drama, but dealt wit it when came to it
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like the flame fluid in a lighter, same to it
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half drunk, her man grabbed Shanice by the arm
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she made a quick dip, down in her kicks she kept her ops
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tight right beside her ankle braclet
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she pulled it out and beat a pair grains
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whoever stood around, she put you involved
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the girl, she picked up one inside her abdomin
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her man picked up one inside the arm for trying to hold on
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same time she fled the scenery, on the way out
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she dropped her little ankle braclet, but she figured it out
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only until she got home, she seen it gone, knew the risk
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turn on the TV, city news lookin' for clues
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but months later, the time dragged on and caught up
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it's comin' back around like three sixty, but born shifty
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twice hard, you either get turned or get time
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some stellos get to turn you quick and instant, no fines
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somebody knocked the door a couple light times out in the cold
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she didn't see nobody standin' outside through the peephole
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that's where she made a wrong move and opened up the door
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kid jumped up, from behind the wall, holdin' a big four
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bare face, didn't have a mask
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that's why she recognized him from the past, kid started to blast
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blew one for the incident
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two in her neck back
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three for his cousin that she killed a couple months back
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she titled then collapsed and find her sleepin' in the doorway
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floodin' the hallway, what goes around will come to the long way
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360 Degrees
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