I wanna join a gang
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They'll have my back with gats
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We'll walk in packs and stack g's
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But yo, I lack these qualities
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I gotta kill a fool, steal his wallet, key, and ID
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But I need encouragement
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Initiation ain't enough for me to snuff an innocent fool
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Yo I got school on Monday
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So one way, or another I'ma fell bad
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I need to gain acceptance cuz my reps' been in the trash can
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I'm blasting, asking can I join, cuz the big night's here
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I got a slight fear I might hear gunshots in my direction
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Cuz the slums got a ton of niggas flexing
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I started stepping and there stood this young girl
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Loaded my hollow tips and followed the dip
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Pulled my shotty on the hotty and I blasted the bitch
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Wish I woulda known it was my little sis
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Niggas wanna step, let 'em, I'm gonna get 'em
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Pull the trigger finger then I wet 'em
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I learned that from my pops, now I wanna pop cops and shit
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Slang hots and rocks to hit
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Get mine the only way possible
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I gots to pull some starts, but niggas starts some bull
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Cool, can I kill him? of course I can
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I know I can, because I call myself the man
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I'm out cruising the block that I own smoking a Swisher
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When all the rocks are gone, I will be richer
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Fiends keep me paid, each day is mine to lounge in
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To broke niggas how's that sounding?
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Niggas wish they had my ends- even my friends
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They look with envy as I step out of my Benz
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Here I am, then they sprayed me
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Hey, G, I never thought nobody'd fade me- yo I went out
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[Chorus:] "What a way to go out, out like a sucka"
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My man, peep it, I used to keep this
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New shank inside my bomber for drama
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On the ave, my boy checked me
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Let me know he didn't see me as a v-e-t
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Nigga, I said see that bitch at the ready-teller getting cash?
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Bet that ass I'ma kill her
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Gotta let these niggas know I ain't no sucka
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Pulled out the shank, grabbed the bank, then I stuck her
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What the- why did I fade her?
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I shoulda saved it, put it in my pocket for later
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But hey, the crew knows I'm true, though- that counts
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Plus I got back when I'm out
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chillin
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I get top b-illin
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Until with my li'l friends the cops caught me
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God-damn, the sentance they gave me
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I'm in the pen with no clout
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But yo, I didn't go out
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Holy mackerel, that girl got the fat booty
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Like Pam Greer, these niggas is square
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So I stepped near with no fear
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I drive a Lexus, she got the Nexxus flowing hair
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To make a nigga wanna stare
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Kicked the Cassanova then I drove her to the castle
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Got the freak undressed with no hassle
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The butt was firm, made the funky worm stiffen
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Reached for my condom, damn, a fat rip in
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The packaging, the lubrication was all dried up
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Hope that the rubber don't ride up
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Posted in the wallet for eons, the neon green was faded
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Broke on the first stroke, I shoulda waited
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A year later, caught the flu from Sonya
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Shot through the clinic, they said it was pneumonia
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Caused by HIV breaking down the immune system. . .
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CASUAL: (That was my motherphuckin man, damn I miss him)
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[CHORUS]
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What a Way to Go Out
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| Souls of Mischief |
