[Fiend]
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Yeah, yeah! YEAH!
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We ain't NEVER went nowhere nigga
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[Chorus: Fiend + McAfee]
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I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
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Get your paper burn 'em out and I can pop 'em
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I'm speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
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Get your paper burn 'em out and I can drop 'em
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[Fiend]
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I said son of (?) drugged up with Kevin
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Visit yours my mother protected my Smith 'n Wesson
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We all done struggled the same up in the crescent
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Muscled our way for now to be present
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Long ways to replace that, try and take that
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We gon' get there, guess where his wake at
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Life-threatenin, walk over to the Gotham
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where it don't cost much, for you to pop one
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Not one - shot clean after I'm out with the glow
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Found him in a bag on the road
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Everything that's fat is trapped in his nose
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Gats was arosed, then and again
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He was, with no sin as if you wanna see us
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It's mandatory, no motherfuckin glamour story
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Strictly owned, got the fame and glory
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My name'll hold me down, I witness how it's goin down
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I see my will is bread and rosy like a weed growin out
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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[Fiend]
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I got niggaz confusin the loser, Fiend mental ball cruiser user
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These tactics, that make you do more than bend you over backwards
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Bring slaughter to men, that serves less than a quarter
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All of us are just in line so we can sail at the border
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Hot water couldn't remove, the blood out the grooves in my shoes
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That's because then that nigga died on last night news
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That trigger played with no shell, no clues
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And the job was more handed to you - that's where the real money
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Feedin survivors real hungry
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Like lines stretchin them similar, to the cord on the bungee
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My Lord told me, "You gon' take, everything but my soul from me
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Along with somethin out the four-oh from me"
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Spit it how I live it, my heart got calm, go take a visit
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And see that I'm repetitious that kinda survives so I did it
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It's all in this speaking, playa is you eatin?
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If it's 'bout helpin you, bought a piece
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and his balls are the reason for the..
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[Chorus] - repeat 4X
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[McAfee]
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Rock bottom.. rock bottom, rock bottom..
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(Rock bottom, rock bottom.. rock bottom, rock bottom)
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[David Banner]
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This how we do it.. from the rock bottom, you dig?
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Mississippi David Banner, bringin it home, where it belong.. {*fades out*}
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Rock Bottom
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