[Verse 1]
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They say the gangsters back, kid got a heart attack
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Straight out insomniac, let's get this fucker live
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Loadin up pistols while gettin high
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45 nine, we smoking sitting in nickels and dimes
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My little nigga 12 said he with it, yeah
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Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it
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Soon as he lit it cause was finished, now cock back the gat
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Little mask and gloves, let's get to buisiness
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But they worry about Osama
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Killed a bitch nigga and get his family manana
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Didn't get a coma nor a cent for the karma
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Just an imaginary stripe so he can hold his head in honor
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Zombie land a bunch of dead men walkin
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Livin abortion they oughta raise the price on coffins
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Fucking make a killing but I ain't dying up in prison
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Fully loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling
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[Hook]
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Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga that's all we know
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Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled
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Fear around here, I smell death around here
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Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here
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[Verse 2]
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They say 2012 the world gon end
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Shit it been over since Raymond recruited soldiers
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1969 evolution of devils time
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Ain't walking up in no shrine shit I'm living a life of crime
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Pops never gave a chance my mom crying
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She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind
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Sneakin out the window with angel dust in my endo
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Keys to her ignition new mission ya betta limbo
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Fire pits let to eject I hardly miss
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Nigga ditch sleep on my dog ain't that a bitch?
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And I ain't on my Odd Future tip
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But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit
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But they worry about Osama
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Blood and Crip niggas lifetime of Jeffery Dhamers
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Flashy for the moment I'm on it I pop your collar
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Suicidal ain't fucking with these young connivers, we rivals
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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Didn't learn to much in school
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But out I learned some shit, 36 a kilo 28 grams a zip
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Pot brownies and white cookies
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Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girls tooshi
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Fuck they sent the lady cop they tryna book me
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All else fails balloon packs tampon that pussy
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Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off
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Lobster tails and butter sauce same clothes still a boss
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On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
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Probably be televised, bitch I want the world to see
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Now you dumb fuckas heard of him
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Sickest nigga out I found out that blood's burgundy
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But they worry about Osama
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9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama
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Vietnam wars I'm sending copper galore
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Bodies hit the floor god knows I'm playing lord for sure
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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Make money, make money-money-money
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Take money, take money-money-money
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Make money, steal money-money-money
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Kill money, my money-money-money
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Raymond 1969
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| Schoolboy Q |
