[Intro:]
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Uh, American psycho two
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Turn the heads on this motherfucker swagger
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Turn me to fuck up!
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Sometimes you only got a snake around you, man
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The LA Lakers, man!
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So it's the motherfucking things I get
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All the work up within, all the guns I spent
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Guess it's fuck me now, I'm all news, huh
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Snake nigga, bitch nigga, you was always soft
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I never change, still dipping in them things
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Ranger Rover, all black, ... to the fitted
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Fifth still with me, in case you want to get with me, pause
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And never worries .. a barrel for my boss.
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I get it going, boy, it's your call
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My lost shot hit and I made the last score.
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Me and Paul balling, in and out of town with it
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Street fair, shake down, my nigga's hot with it
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They should have told me, four niggas stolen, my niggas rollin'
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Fuck security, ain't even sure God can hold them
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Fuck security, ain't even sure God can hold 'em
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Not a soul breathing, .. forever eating
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Hook:
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You should have seen by the look in my eyes that
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(Real recognize real)
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There are some things to say
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(Making them boss move)
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You should have known by the tone in my voice, man
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(Real niggas inside, real niggas outside)
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But you didn't listen!
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Keep the grass cut low so I see the snakes
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Light on the .. so the fiends feel abase
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I'm getting A rap money, ya nigga off the crates
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Still living in hell, ain't two weeks, I'm out of weight
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From a place where summer ain't promised hell
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Niggas go to jail, start singing the... well
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Streets know I got the anesthetic
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Make them numbers stretch cal-esthetic
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Dope boy from the day of my arrival
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From that... we're through on .. kiss the nozzle.
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From the .. get down or lay down
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Never bite the hand that feeds you,
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That's the motto when joining the shake down.
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I don't drink and drive, I might drink and drive
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Well, if that's something drown, I just wanna feel alive.
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Word to biggie on Brooklyn till they kill me
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Middle of the summer, jury got a nigga chilling.
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Hook:
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You should have seen by the look in my eyes that
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(Real recognize real)
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There are some things to say
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(Making them boss move)
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You should have known by the tone in my voice, man
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(Real niggas inside, real niggas outside)
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But you didn't listen!
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I am talking, I seem watching
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Got me on my Jay-Z shit, these niggas chopping
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They're calling cops on niggas, these hoes watching
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Sucker niggas telling, but last, he's steady watching.
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We got Brooklyn, we barely eating
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... the competition won't survive
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Shake down to the death of me,
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Haters want the receipt
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My people .. niggas say he blessing me
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Pretty to ... my mom steady protecting me
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I know they hate me, I can see it in their eyes
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But bitch I'm good, you play me, them shots fly
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Somebody told you why my life real, I show life
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I'm in the streets, dark side to the, thug side to the style
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Keep a couple killers with me, no names, why cry?
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They can talk all they want,
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But they put a finger on me, them niggas will die
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What's up?
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Hook:
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You should have seen by the look in my eyes that
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(Real recognize real)
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There are some things to say
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(Making them boss move)
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You should have known by the tone in my voice, man
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(Real niggas inside, real niggas outside)
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But you didn't listen!
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Look In Your Eyes
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| Red Cafe |
