[Fabolous (talking):]
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I don't got time for all this
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Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit
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Yeah like right here
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Yeah (yeah)
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Yeah (yeah)
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[Fabolous:]
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Tough times don't last but tough people do
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I father niggas the way wayne and puff reproduce
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Lil rap bastards
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Running round with your snapback caps backwards
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Should be in rap caskets
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Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting
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And who you think showed 'em that those broads was nothing
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And who you think showed 'em that those cars was something
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And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing
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So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing
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And I ain't out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing
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They was bitches on deck y'all, made 'em queens
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Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish)
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I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones
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I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones
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We in the house, y'all looking to hold loans
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And when the market was up, you wouldn't have sold homes
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So this the foreclosure of the wannabe
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If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?
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Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me
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Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me
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Lets pray for 'em
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Y'all repeat this one with me
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"now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me
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If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me
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I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"
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[Hook:]
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I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves
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It hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love [x4]
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[Paul Cain:]
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Yeah
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Its painful when bestfriends become ya enemies
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And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow)
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The whole time you conspired to put an end to me
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And I'm still trying to show this nigga love, silly me
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So I might shed tears as I put on my gloves
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But I won't show emotions when I fill him with slugs
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Cause niggas die everyday here
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And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare
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Niggas don't play fair
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That's why I'm straightforward, fuck being all discrete
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If I can knock 'em off quick, fuck beefing all for weeks
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So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep
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Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep
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Who taught ya the game, who showed y'all the streets?
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And who bought 'em them things they sold y'all for cheap?
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And who came up the bill when them hoes called police?
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Now you fronting so I gotta expose y'all to see
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Ungrateful motherfucker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me)
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Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me)
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I was spitting live on hot 9
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You was still rehearsing
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Already my son and this was before I met you in person
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So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase
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Like that bullshit you wearing
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You're always gonna b worthless
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You just spit it, I lived it
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Who's really writing the verses
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Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses
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[Hook]
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Death In The Family
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| Fabolous |
