It's a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
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That's why you can't break bread with the ungrateful
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It's a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
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It's a hunger, it's a hunger ..
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It's a hunger pain that makes niggas hateful
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That's why you can't break bread with the ungrateful
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He can't look in your eye, he can't face you
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Waiting for to try he can't wait to,
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I'd rather die out here chillin the place to
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I had a 9 to 5 I saw base 2,
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I feed the shit out of niggas, I got a pace too
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And when I eat I miss your everybody 8-2
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Only God can judge em, all these niggas can do it
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Great you, they probably underestimate you
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But still, f*ck how he gonna feel? F*ck I know the deal
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Last supper is the three cause meal, last supper
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All I see is G's say .. to say
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Guns we keep, ???
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Money from the street, money from the label, money
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Ridin out and pop, like the nigga failed
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Ridin out to bed, like the nigga gutter
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You ain't ridin', f*ck you nigga I ain't stutter
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But the gun is stutter, rat the tat tat tat mother*cker
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Little nigga respect Elvis, let the pretty bitches that got down like ..
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Blanco next coop stash in the ??
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Last supper I let a hundred bricks on the ungone.
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Hook:
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Sweet daddy did it already niggas Jesus is able
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Look in the major nothing but down bricks in my stable
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Prophetic conversations, don't let the devil touch you
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Nothing but Jesus round the table for the last supper,
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Walkin no water with bakin soda to get my cake up,
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Breakin ravel for the thieves hopin God save us,
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Lookin all I see is G's sitting at the table,
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Lookin' all I see is G's sleeping at the table.
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Kiss tell shit I got a hustle like rustle,
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Burn as right in your face, never needed the muscle,
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16 in the glock it's been those for the tusle,
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16 at the cop don't let the mother*cking cuffin
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LA to get shot down, New York we gonna cut
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When the last time you been to church nigga we don't trust you
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Like the beds from line, nigga we don't rush you,
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Laughing over your body, we the one you look up too,
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Father figures, we raise guns
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Pull all the triggers, maybe sitting in birds
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We son and all you niggas, when it's time to ride we in that color smooth it up
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We ain't real gangstas, VH1 it's just a cover up
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We gonna start knock our king, tell em to knockle up
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We ride for California nigga so buckle up
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We got a team full of killers when we huddle up,
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Dead bodies everywhere, corners bring the shuttle bust
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Niggas gotta f*k with us, is it now we f*ck you up
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Bitches can get it too, bust driver with the apple cut,
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Kiss barrel pack her up, ain't nobody .. us
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Drama with the four of us, I'll make you niggas oragned up
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Bad boys always come to with enough to pop
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Like the 95 rap niggas, still holdin' nuts
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We got grenades in our bags glock is just a tough
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That beat automatic stuff, going pressure lock
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Hook:
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Sweet daddy did it already niggas Jesus is able
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Look in the major nothing but down bricks in my stable
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Prophetic conversations, don't let the devil touch you
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Nothing but Jesus round the table for the last supper,
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Walkin no water with bakin soda to get my cake up,
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Breakin ravel for the thieves hopin God save us,
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Lookin all I see is G's sitting at the table,
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Lookin' all I see is G's sleeping at the table.
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This smash pop miles and I'm on this pain killers for real
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All original beef for my homie, DJ pay 1
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Let's go! Living love and life
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Last Supper
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| DJ Pain 1 |
