[talking]
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ha-ha, money's good, ha-ha
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Bitches is crazy, but you know what
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Ain't nothing sweeter than revenge
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Feel me (feel me)
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[Hook]
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I've been waiting for the day, I can get my revenge
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Now my money right, nigga I'm a made man
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To let shit ride, wasn't never in the plan
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Whoever did me wrong, I'll pay em back times ten
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[Poppy]
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I was treated like rubbers, I was used and threw away
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It's hard knowing my dogs, wanna do me away
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See we was close, and man that's what really hurts the most
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See I was short of roast, if I wasn't filled with the Holy Ghost
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See we was kin folk, now what was between us is jeopardized
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You crossed Poppy, now I'm peeping your weakness like leopard eye
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Should I let him slide, forgive him let God step inside
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But we better collide, severe our ties and let him fry
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And show him it's real, we heathen up a slow in his grill
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Or let him make it, even though I know I owe him the steel
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The Devil's tempting me, to let these niggaz know how I feel
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But I won't never have peace, within my soul if I kill
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You know the deal, my mind keeps painting dramatic scenes
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Cause my friends basically did me, with no Vaseline
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But I'm the raw cat, niggaz who want static bewteen
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Cause testing me, is like smoking while bathing in gasoline
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[Hook]
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[Godfather]
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It wasn't really nice, I got a car on my motor
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My nigga screaming through the phone, said he sold a soda
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Said the product wouldn't sell, like there's no promoters
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Every graham straight vanished, like hocus pocus
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These are dope back, besides Hector know that
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Bout my money, have his family kissing Kodak's
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With ten bricks in the Benz 6, I'm well connected
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Motorized stash spot, no smell detected
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It's getting hectic, I got the power like snap
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I was a ghetto chemist, who turned powder to crack
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I need revenge, cause this was passed over due
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Revenge, if it's the last thing I do
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Revenge, silencers no sound
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Revenge, what goes around comes around
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Revenge is sweet, revenge is just a part of the streets
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He made it harder, for my daughter to eat
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[Hook x2]
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[Lil' O]
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When they said you was a snitch, I should of cracked your jaw
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Put a bat to your cranium, and cracked your skull
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But I trusted you, I was like that's my brah
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We grew up together, he would never rat to laws
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You called and asked for raw, said you need it non-soft
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I dropped it off and left, but before I got far
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Laws hopped out, yelling stop the car
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And if you try something fly, we gon stop your heart
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You set the trap, nigga I'ma get you back
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You like a soldier with no gun, you need protection black
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Right when you think it's all good, and ain't expecting that
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I'ma pop up in your rear, and go and split your hat
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Mafia style, kill you in front your wife and your child
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Ask em how they want you done, cooked spicy or mild
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Laugh loud while I watch the slugs, slicing you down
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And I'ma celebrate go wild, and have a night on the town bitch
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[Hook x2]
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Revenge
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Lil' O |