Come home tired from a long trip
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My feet hurt cuz a nigga pullin¡¯ double shifts
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Rice and peas, that¡¯s some brown stool chicken cookin¡¯
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Eat a plate, smoke a blunt and fuck a little pussy
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Fell asleep on the floor in my girl¡¯s arms
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In my dreams dogs barkin¡¯ at the house alarm
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Get louder, hold up this shit for real
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I wake up lookin¡¯ for my pistol then I see my girl
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Not here as I run into the livin¡¯ room
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But I was too late, she was on her knees on the floor
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Banger to her head, them niggas told me not to move
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I¡¯m still neck in with no weapon, what was I to do?
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One nigga grabbed my girl and took her to the bedroom
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The other nigga told me y¡¯all gon be dead soon
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If you don¡¯t tell me where the cash and the work at
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I told him in the garage, in that ole white ¡®Vette
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Here I am, lying naked by the front door
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Hands and feet ducktaped cuz I was moving slow
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Helpless, wasn¡¯t nothing I could do
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And I could hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I could hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I could hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I told myself I wasn¡¯t gonna die tonight
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Even though that¡¯s what the shit was looking like
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This nigga that I¡¯m doin¡¯ business with
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He got a short pack and now he think I¡¯m with the shit
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That¡¯s why these niggas runnin¡¯ through my crib
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I guess I¡¯m witnessin¡¯ you really get it how you live
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Now they lookin¡¯ for my car keys
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Now I¡¯m feelin¡¯ like I can¡¯t breathe
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They put the loot inside my girl car
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That¡¯s when the bullshit got started
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Man, this fuckin¡¯ shit we live ain¡¯t got no rules
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As I heard my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I could hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I could hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I hear my girl screamin¡¯ from the bedroom
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I heard the garage door as it came down
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My girl, she quiet now, not makin¡¯ a sound
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I¡¯m tryin¡¯ to listen and make sure that them niggas gone
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I can¡¯t believe this shit happened right off in my home
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My girl appeared in the hallway still shakin¡¯
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Stumbled over to me on the floor still naked
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Cut the tape off, I ran and put some shorts on
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Looked in the garage, both of our cars gone
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Fuck, 911 ain¡¯t the number to call
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I know who done it I don¡¯t gotta involve the laws
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That¡¯s what happens when you play with other niggas bread
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Thank God cuz we both could¡¯ve been dead
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After that I never touched another brick at work
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Took it as a sign cuz it could¡¯ve been worse
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Heart still beat fast when I think about it
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My girl still wake up having bad dreams about it
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Still here to talk about it, that¡¯s the main thing
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A little game forward, ¡®nother nigga in the game
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More who love the story do it wrong, get it wrong
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Premro, Lucky¡¯s theme song
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And that was inspired by a story my uncle Lucky told me
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Lucky's Theme Song
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| 8Ball |
