As a youngster, I slanged cain, gangbanged
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Not a worry in the world, I'm all about money, man
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Getting my grind on was all my mind was on
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Making a grip, nigga, my money was on
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Double back pulling nothing but mail, fuck a briefcase
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Rolex watch with the diamond-studded face
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More Benzes than a dealership
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Slant-nose Porche with the whole damn kit
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Slanging more keys than the older players
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D.A. was on my dick but a real nigga didn't care
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They kicked in my door a million times
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And fine-ass bitches was all that they'd ever find
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Treated me like Vaseline, but quick as a fox
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Drop a key for 25 like they was hot
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Fools was jealous, I had too many tricks
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Fuck a playa hater, cause I was all about real niggas
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Niggas like John-John, the boy from the deuce side
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O.G. motherfuckers like Daddy G and Clyde
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They gave me the game to survive, oppenents gonna die
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Fuck him and his family, let the motherfuckers cry
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Nigga caught a bullet cause it wasn't my dope he was selling
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So I shot him behind me, death was trailing
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Always asking myself, who would be next, bitch?
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Gotta wear a vest cause I paranoid as shit
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I gotta survive, I gotta survive, I gotta survive
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Who wants to know I wanna die?
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But the only way I'm going out is spraying
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Because the niggas from the deuce ain't playing
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>From my way up in the dope game, I met a lot of stops
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I got into some funk, one of my boys got shot
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Some fool was on my turf selling dope that wasn't mine
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I'm a gangsta, I mean problem with nines
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It never mattered that I knew the fool a long time
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Cross me once and death is all you'll find
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But this here will be my last hit
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To use a gun, it really didn't take shit
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We did it, we did it, we did it, we done it
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Mossberg street sweeper, I pumped it
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Unloaded all 15 rounds
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As I shot and I shot, niggas went down
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Bullets flying, niggas dying, but I ain't trippin
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I caught a fool with the back bitch slippin
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Pulled out the nine and I popped him 4 times
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Now let's see your black ass cry
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He looked at me with on his ass and said
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"Fuck you!" (gunshot) Nigga fuck you, too!
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The hit was on and it was time to go
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So I stood in my stide, jumped in the K5
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Come on niggas, come on niggas, come on niggas
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I'm a business man, I can't stand bullshitters
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I hate to cause your family dismay
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But plain and simple nigga, we don't play
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I went 5150 when we lost my nigga Bruce
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27 shots from a clip, getting loose
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For real motherfuckers, I was sharpening my shooting skills
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Hella mad nightly, shooting motherfuckers at will
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CTE, I got nothing to lose
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And a hell of a lot to gain, by killing you
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A thrill killa from the heart of real killers know
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In order to give I might have to take a blow
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It's kind of cold that you lost your brother
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But we still lost Bruce, motherfucker
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Tomorrow ain't promised a gangsta good luck
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Just a bullet motherfucker, cause death is a must
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As I bust, squeezing on my nine on your block
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Doing what I feel I gotta do to watch your ass drop
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And if your punk-ass bitch is in my way
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Let the stanky-pussy bitch meet my motherfucking AK
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Making moves for money, ain't no delaying
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It's '91, and the nigga named Pooh, he ain't playing
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Niggas Ain't Playin'
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| Pooh-Man |
