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Verse One:
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Yo, the Lord is my shepard
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The sword is my weapon
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Reward is a blessin', that comes from the struggle
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shoes been scuffled, blood's been shed, another Mother loses a son
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'cause where I'm from the young chooses a gun
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before they choose an education
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but once dead their ain't no awakenin'
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so like once said, life aint for fakin
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yo, you wit' me when I say duct tape 'em?
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fuck waitin'
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got the truck outside, Benz jeep for navigation
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everything in position, they'd rather be fuckin' wit' Satan
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when I aim I aint missin', master of assasination'
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I heard he call himself Esco, drive a Lexo
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rocks his hat sideways, showin' off his waves with a chipped tooth
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is this the truth?
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this is what we do, sip a brew
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wait around his crib until it turns around two AM
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as soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
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you guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
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Chorus - Okay, you wanna play rough?!
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(gun shots) (scratching - a thug changes, and love changes) repeat 3X,
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Okay yo, we could play rough!
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Verse Two:
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Okay now, drive up to my crib, am I high enough?
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who these niggas tryin' to hide in their truck
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I aint order cable, why in the fuck these niggas
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ducked in they seat? are they lookin' for me?
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but I aint do shit, could it be that niggas thought
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I slept like B.I.G. and Pac did
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may they rest in peace, but while I'm alive I pop shit
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P-11 glock spits 17 shot clips
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put these niggas in boxes, where they Moms and Pops is
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pull the strap from under the seat
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back up in the street
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watch these niggas thats tryin' to watch me, I carefully creep
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take off my shoes, barefoot nigga poppin' my heat
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empty every shell in their direction
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its you, I should've guessed it!
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same niggas that I was connected wit', I know sent you
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now I'm'a take you off here, you dont know what you got into
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Chorus
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Verse Three:
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Walked in his house, smackin' him up, "what you talkin' about?" he said
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shut-up nigga! knocked him in his head with chrome
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never thought I'd be in his home
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with his wife taped up for my niggas to bone
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fuckin' with me, you should've known
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I'll have 'em write "stupid nigga" on your tombstone
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what money can do, get you hit for less than a G
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for threatenin' me
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I'm'a do it myself, take you to Hell, this ones for free
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killin' you niggas with nothin'
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left him dead, engine runnin'
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you the only I'm makin' sure that gets whats comin'
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look at your Woman, anal ripped out, its your fault
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they gang banged your bitch out in your face and you saw it
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but before I let you have it I'm searchin' your crib
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for pictures of relatives, addresses to where they live
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shit like that, incase a nigga wanna strike back
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I'll be right up in his ass to blow 'em out with the Mac
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niggas treat you like Fam, and you on it like that?
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now you gotta lay flat, gettin' eatin' by rats
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gettin' even's never wrong, its only right to react
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eye for an eye, 'cause the sweetest part is payback
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somebody kncokin', who dat?
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"a cop man", let him in
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and give that mothafucka one under the chin
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cant believe this nigga down with the Feds!
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the copped screamed out your government before he dropped dead
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dont explain, I put the pound on his head
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blew 'em! before that I cant remember the last time I said......
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Okay, so we gonna play rough!
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Chorus
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Wanna Play (Rough?)
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| Nas |
