I once knew this brother
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Who I thought was cool with me
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Chilled out together
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Even went to school with me
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Fly nigga, my ace boon coon
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Used to low ride together
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Shot dice in the bathroom
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Ya want trouble?
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Well trouble ya found
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Cause we diss ya, then issue
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The critical beat down
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He needed money
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I would always come through
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Needed a car? He could use mine too
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But bust this!
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Out on the street
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People say he was riffin'
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Callin' me a sucker
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Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin'
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Someone heard him
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Poppin' that shit last week
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Frontin' for some pussy
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From some big butt freak
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Sayin' I'm his worker
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I was on his dick!
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Talkin' that craazy old weak assed shit
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and after all of that
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She still walked away
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How ya gonna diss your boy
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To get some play?
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And when I stepped to him about it
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He said, "Who snitched?"
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[CHORUS]
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Yo, how did he go out?
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He went out like a bitch!
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So ladies
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We ain't just talkin' bout you
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Cause some of you niggas
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Is bitches too!
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I knew this brother named Mitch
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Stone player
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He meet a girl, in five min. he lay her
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Trucked crazy jewels
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Hands smothered in ice
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Been to prison not once, but twice
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Kept a stupid thick posse
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Made of thugs and
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Crooks and hoods
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and vet hustlers
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Who were up to no good
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But they all stood behind him
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and watched his back
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That's the only way
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To roll on the track
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But yo,
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Mitch got rushed by feds last week
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The snatchbared the runk
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Of his white Corniche
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Took a look inside
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And what did they see?
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Two keys, and a gallon of PCP!
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Oh shit! The thought crashed
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Mitch's subliminal
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Three strikes, that's called
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Habitual criminal
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So insted of goin' under
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He snitched on his whole posse
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Maxed at the crib
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And sipped Martini and Rossi
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Sold out his whole crew
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That rat named Mitch
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[CHORUS]
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I knew this guy
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That was never that fly
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Couldn't act cool
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Even when he tried
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When we played rough
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He always cried
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When he told stories, he always lied
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A Black brother
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Who was missin' the cool part
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He had the color
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But was missin' the true heart
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When we would fight
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He would always go down quick
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So he took karate
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and he still got his ass kicked
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But now he's married
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And he kicks his wife's ass
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Says it comes from problems
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That he had in the past
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Doesn't like Blacks
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Claims he's upper class
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Joined the police, got himself a badge
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Now he rolls the streets
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and he's cut to jack
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Doggin' young brothers
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Cause they usually don't fight back
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Got a White partner
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And he asked for that
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and every night
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Another head they crack
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So now he's big man
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But he really ain't shit!
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[CHORUS]
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Out one night with my crew
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and some new kid
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I didn'T know homeboy, but Evil E did
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So I thought he was cool
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We rode in his ride
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Rag top tray on Daytons
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Lifted side to side
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We hit the party deep
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Niggas was hawkin' me
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You could feel the vibe
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Of thick artillery
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Parliament was on, some O.G. shit
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I put my back to the wall
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And felt my pistol grip
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al of a sudden
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Niggas started trippin'
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Flippin', the record started skippin'
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Wildin', fools started locn up
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Gats cracked
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The room started smokin' up
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Me and "E" hit the floor
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And then the back door
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My boys let off an automatic encore
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But when we made it out to the ride
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It was gone, we had to shoot it out
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Side by side
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Punk left us there to die in a ditch!
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[CHORUS]
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Bitches 2
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| Ice-T |
