[Singer]-oohhhh(hold note)
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[Voice]- Tell'em where you come in, tell that fake nigga where you come in
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[Singer]-oohhhh(hold note)
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[Voice]- Yall bitch niggaz is jealous, I see a whole bunch of suckers
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Verse one
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Won't you niggas, take a look at a real thug
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and see why, ya bitches get suspicious and peal
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slugs, at me, til the day I die, high muthafucker tryin'
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to think of somethin', other then dyin'
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what the fuck could you do me? but laugh and diss
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stay in your place, while a real playa mash to this
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I know it's heaven for G's, M-11 to squeeze
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'bout an ounce, and body counts, to drop pass seven degree's
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I'm a neva go home, blastin' on you bitch made
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jealous ass niggas, switchin' up like a switch blade
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life is what you make it, I'm make it in dope
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my dog died in tail cell, shakin' from rope
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it's only one way out the game, and I suggest you stay
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from escapade, profess you chest and laid
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put ya guns down, shoot for revolution, and mash
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in other words, keep your shit cocked shootin'
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for cash
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Chorus
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[Singer]- Life ain't what, it used to be
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babbbyyy it's so easy, the world is changin'
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will I live or will I die? will I ever see the light?
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the world is changin'
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Verse two
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My next kin to crew, is a selected few
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if you don't fuck wit me, they won't bust at you
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I been from Cali, Sac the Bay Area and back
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in this world thats all black, more critical wit tha mack
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are Russian war, kick it they bitches and fuck'em all
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? like squad, they all talked, I stuck'em all
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yall niggas goin' despice on me, makin' thugs out you suckas
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come and ride for me, dyin' is the hardest part of livin' ya life
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talkin' slick, after tellin' me that bitch was ya wife
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so your fiancee, probably goin' wild for me
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I write a letter to my un-born child
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and tell my baby girl to smile for me
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Chorus
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Verse three
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Bumpin', jumpin' from jeerz, wit these thugs that hide ten's
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on they hips six-shooters, inside a buggy-I Benz
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approach hard, slidin' speed roads, from the coast guard
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better warn you, befo I put somethin' on you
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and it your folks hard, that Henny mix
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rappers fire quick like twenty blix, any click beefin'
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cuz, they don't city wit, loves goin' get cha
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Hussein been it, affendin' ya little dogs
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puttin' thugs on a stretcher, so suffer
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look at her wiggle, and don't touch her
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must cha make suicidal threats, to cuff her
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you ain't a playa(nigga), while you ridin' a bitch
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and ain't a ridah, now you's a sucka and ya pride is clinched
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once she go thug, so always be thugged
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remember that son, all I want is action
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won't hesitate to clap one, the east and the west
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got me packed and stressed, but through the pain
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all I'm tryin' to , is gain happiness
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why don't you niggas, take a look at a real thug
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and see, why these suckas tryin' ball on me, me god<echoes>
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Chorus
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Makaveli to don, Kadafi rest in peace
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(Makaveli to don<echoes>)
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[Singer]- Will I live or will I die? Will I ever see the light
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the world is changin', ooohhhhh
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The World Is Changing
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