[Final Chapter]
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Now I'm from Iraq, I got stories to tell
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What y'all gonna speak on, I keep money saved like it's rebond
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Niggas stay at, what they was bout to do
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Would of done, could of did, niggas really need to quit it kid
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Stay at home with pepper spray, think he can drop weight
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Put us on your album, you be selling like cop cakes
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Got crackers in the hood, ain't hard to spot jakes
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And whoever going first, forever the dot face
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[Scarlett]
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Aiyo it take a real bitch, to roll with real niggas
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M.U. niggas, thugged out niggas
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Meet them in a club and they got the gat niggas
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Step outside and it's what what niggas
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Ya'll pretty boy niggas, straight punk niggas
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I can't fuck with y'all, cuz I like rough niggas
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It's Scarlett, boy, I got to have dough nigga
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[Chorus: Noreaga]
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Yo it's thugged out niggas (what) [x15]
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[Capone]
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Marilyn Manson, thug nigga imagine me dancing
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Not, I spend a quarter rain then sell it equive with no payments
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96R's my number, never disregard the hunger
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Shit we scarred, felony to charge us under
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This foul off, wild southpaw, I bound for Muse
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Maze, Scarlett, Joey Mob and the bridge crackers
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It's logic, niggas digest
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Murderous sidesteps, QBC, The Heist nigga what?
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[Iman Thug]
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Aiyo we stay low, shine like chrome on 20 inches
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Never sober, high all day, every leaches
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Lawyers, judges can't dispute this shit
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Cuz if ya hit, then ya hit nigga, fuck that shit
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Extraordinary shit, flow style I abuse
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Pop dog to the yard, While I stab ya dude
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Live fucked up, stuck with body and head wounds
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I be the thug chocolate, covered with chad shrooms
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[Chorus]
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[Maze]
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Now when you think of me, you think of my niggas
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Spread across like how spilled drinks is
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You hears wild like echoes from a distance
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Ya learn the hard way, get blazed for smart say
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Scarlett, rippin niggas buck 50 yard race
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Never did a bid, but my ace who did
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Went from ballin to callin the crib out the bink shit
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We live, kids I run with, guns a felony
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Sing sing, y'all get arrested and sing for rest in peace
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[Musolini]
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Guns-N-Roses, comin up livin life hopeless
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Trying to keep my focus, most of my fam smokers
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Hit chocha, chicks that loca, deep throater
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Y'all niggas better caliete la boca
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Shit done changed, like the price of cane
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And shit gon' changed, when my niggas smash the game
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Get brain from ya dame, but the cash I came
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Ya motherfuckers better stay in your lane
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And start movin, but never start shootin Motherfuckers
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[Chorus]
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Thugged Out Niggas
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Capone -N- Noreaga |