[Intro]
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Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like
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Act like they crazy but they really fake
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Fake shit they janky they shady say
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He a lady rockin' a broad y'all
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He could probably breed a baby
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[A-Plus]
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Ay, I done seen him lately
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I don't know if you spot him
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The type of cat that run his mouth and get you shot up
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"Y'all," he ain't got no partners
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He bust no slugs
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Not even a BB gun if it's beef he run
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[Opio]
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You got caught now you breathin' from a machine
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Cuz you sleepin' on how evil come back
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It's like a scene from The Mack
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The way you got pimp-slapped
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Then ramshackled for your bundle
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Late night on a track
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And felt the crackle or the thunder
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Your life snatched from right up under
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Fool you trifle of a slumber
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So eternally sleep
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You wasn't learnt in the streets
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[Phesto Dee]
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You just squirm when they turn up the heat
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Turnin' your sheets
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Youse a geek
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All obsessed with your d-boy image
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Around real hitters a small joke
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Tryin' to be down you get, broke
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Stickin' your spokes
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Trappin' your coke and still got, choked up
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They play strip poker with ya spoke of tough luck
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All for what? A fast buck
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[Chorus]
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Hey, yo, some niggas try to act like
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Act like they crazy but they really fake
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Fake see they janky they shady
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Me I can't relate to this imagery
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Arrangin' and changin' (and changin') (and changin')
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Rangin' from slangin' kilos
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To gangbangin'
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But we know your name and your people
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You ain't tanglin'
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You ain't from the set that you claimin'
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You danglin'
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[Opio]
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Premeditatin' murder rate
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Wet up off the sherminate
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Shots hit your vertebrae
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You wishin' you could turn the page
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And start from the beginnin' back at chapter one
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You was a virgin eighth grade
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No collapsin' lung
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Livin' free as the president now it's maximum
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Security for you permanent the battle was won
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[Tajai]
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Is so maddenin' to see you slip in
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The same pattern and some escape
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Many make the same dumb mistakes
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Tryin' the hardest to be
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Perceived as hard
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Posted on the corners with the cheap cigars
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Pants so baggy man you can barely keep 'em on
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Speakin' on things you got no business speakin' on
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But now keep keep it on
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And be the first nigga we creep up on
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Before you peep it you gone
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[Phesto Dee]
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Yeah, some niggas try to act like they crazy
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They shady Barnum & Bailey
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Clown Fugazis
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You was a dweeb in the eighties
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Thinkin' bulletproof now
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But them real niggas are bangin'
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[A-Plus]
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Hey, this is what we tryin' to tell
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Busters, suckers and tail tuckers
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All frail hustlers and nail buffers
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Leave it to the people that be it
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Till you had seen it, but I seen it
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Cats ain't breathin' when they leave you bleedin' on the cement
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These phoney niggas make believe it
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I hope a nine to your mind
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ain't what it take to free, hate to see
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[Chorus] - 2X
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Danglin'
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Souls of Mischief |