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How'd I get here
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dwell through the hauls of all this confusion
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usin' my tactics to stay alive
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wait astride when they try to get ya
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pretend they the bomb and they gonna get with ya.
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Run get away wouldn't care to stay and try
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a peace ralley's not a place to die.
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Flee the park peoples pigs is comin'
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Your already homeless
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but they want ya gone in less then three
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eat away the P O L I C E and I see the billy club.
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He'd really love to hit me or get me
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but my 3-5-7 is wit me.
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Ain't goin' out I ain't,
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I'd rather paint chalk around a pig then a brother who's dark.
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I never ever walk streets lonely,
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I always gotta have my millimeter on me.
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To kill or beat a bald Bill or Ted officer,
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lootin' so you shootin' and ya go off with tha trigger,
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so ya figure
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you need to dig her.
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Nigga of some brown but it ain't happenin'.
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[Bridge]3x
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Didn't wanna cap him cause I knew it wasn't wise,
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realized that my plan b was comin'.
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I need a concoction to block men and auction off them
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just like they did us in dock ten,
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so now I stalkin' walkin' with myself,
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and plus Tajai's swiss knife from off the shelf.
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To shake the likes of black abusers.
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And use a can opener, to open ya,
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skin and then dig in and twist and turn,
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and salt,
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burn!
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Left him cryin' that I'll never get away.
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I always get away,
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I always get away.
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Retreat and bag off,
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call A-plus he must know that I'm about to fag off.
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Tell him he sager,
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inhale when I heard the word was abandonin' me,
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my plan would be crumbled.
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I tumble down in tears,
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pressured by the cops and neglected by my peers.
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But now I gotta go on all I know,
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phuck it I'm a call a ho.
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[Bridge]3x
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The spot I'm hidin' in is not tight,
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B-P-D see me
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spotlight.
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I gotta get movin'
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hopin' fences, droppin' senseless men
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who try to stop me on my way.
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They in pursuit of a cute kinda demanded,
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man and then away the fly guys landin',
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and then they gon get Buck-ba-bo-bo.
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Buckshots and a lugged gun used up,
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who's up next?
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No one.
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I go run the whole one,
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hopped in, stopped when.
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I noticed that the quote is from good times. . .
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I'm the man.
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There goes the brothers who bit ooh goody,
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they got em surrounded description blue hoody.
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That's what happens when ya wanna wear your apparel like mine.
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. . .
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Couldn't Figure it out??
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Ya Lose In the end!!
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Lose In The End
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