Verse one
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You can't even picture tho'
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examples, and shit ya wrote
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I run up on ya faggot ass fast, and slit ya throat
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carry my weight like luggage, my bone is thuggish ruggish
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it's on from storm, I'm wearin' the teflon vest
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rest in born in rubbish, free spots, and Ez spots
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rock like Holly Mzots, one of the top notches of the block
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and I hardly touch my Pz knots, three point five
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thirtys doin' dirty twenty five, to glit money live
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I flip, tell'em shit to Nix
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hang ya picture, throw'em all that
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sippin' on that, you ain't hard that
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ah, you fallin' to buildin'
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I'm like where's ya heart at
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I'm lack as communcations, to the nation I wanna talk
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Cuz, bitch wuz born to hawk, won't slove ya town
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and get torn apart, times wastin'
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Chorus
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[Singer]- It's the life that you live, when your hangin' on
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bein' a thug, and you tryin' to get you shit off
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how do you do it? How do you swing it? (2x)
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[Fatal talkin' over chorus]
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It's no way out the game
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you can't see it
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Verse two
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The devil don't want me yet, so I pack teks
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writin' out my will, wit a black cease a rep
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I handle mics, like Hardaway
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and never get stripped, bust ya boy shit
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when he ridin' on my dick
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nigga ya foulin' out, hackin' me wit the wack rhymes
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grabin' ya nine, shootin' scared tryin' snatch mine
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I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip
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and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit
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they scared of me, so they ran and got they homies
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thinkin' the tendaroonies, Fatal dog, I'll lonely
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fuck me, just stuck me like you wanna love
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I play every co'na , and ain't a damn nigga stuck me
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I'm fresh out of jail, and caught a body on a hoe
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beatin' down slow, cuz you niggaz, don't know
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Chorus (2x)
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Verse three
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Immortal outlaw, come hold a mack eleven, south board
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my clout board, i'm clockin' spots down south soar
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I'm bad company, these cats be huntin' me
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frontin', and say they dumped at me
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but scared to smoke a blunt, I dump on three and act quick
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have shit, in ma jacket, bullet burn like acid
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when I fire, and rapid, you can take it from the block
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I'll be glockin' till I drop, a deuce deuce
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on my boots, wit the chocolate, on top
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I can't be stoped, wiled like al, named Kadafi
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nigga watch me, told me these streets iz black hockey
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told me I'll play the goalie, wit the four four caliber
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slipt ya mellon like galier, when i rip this bumpin up out of ya
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leaven hotter then scorns, hot spots and co'nas
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don't say I ain't wanted, when you be got you'll be co'ned
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these streets ain't half steppin', they got weapons for ain't shady
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if you ain't shelled, lately, they got places for public safety, times wastin'
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Chorus (4.5x)
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Times Wastin'
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| Fatal |
