When they say my time is up and I am just collecting dust
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Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
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And when they claim that I'm washed up
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Or when my gums begin top rust
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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December 9, '97, I told you I'm gonna blow
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Failure's not an option, my sister only one years old
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I wrote a verse about the night I just babysit you rookies
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Cause my grandfather coffee pie had cocaine cooking
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Fast forward my grind, 98-99
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No X, more Os, broken in nickels and dimes
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I told niggers I'd make it, they was doubting me then
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Picture me zoning on a park bench pushing my pimp
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Who needs enemies? My friends keep shooting my friends
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They taking hints now, they'll blow your head out for a Benz
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Called me a dreamer cause I could see myself on top
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I'm getting my ass off this block
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When they say my time is up and I am just collecting dust
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Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
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And when they claim that I'm washed up
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Or when my gums begin top rust
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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Ain't it funny how the niggers I came up with will be bumping me
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Bought a gun I guess misery loves company
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Told a mama when I'll be something to believe
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They was more concerned with who was rolling up the weed
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JFK didn't work, neither did Columbia
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Got side, got drug, when I love a summer whole
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One year recovery, felt like a bag of broken bones
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Bill collectors coming on, that's when you know you're on your own
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Count me out Imma show
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Found my way out a mother fucking corner's perform
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Under pressure, I'm built on
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Talk all my life is still here boy
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When they say my time is up and I am just collecting dust
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Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
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And when they claim that I'm washed up
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Or when my gums begin top rust
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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... gave me a shot and I ran with it
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Homey in the cell saying thing
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My man did it, get rich or die trying
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I made it to the top
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I'm fighting off a competition
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Trying not to drop
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It seems like no one's seen them fucking with a kid
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All that shit was me trying to take off they fucking head
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They don't see the slap all they hear is the shot
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Somebody here, I'm shooting one of the cops
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If I don't start no beef
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I need aggression with aggression
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I learned that on the street
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I still fronting all they blogs, sitting on...
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Got that flow, they know, be number one
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When they say my time is up and I am just collecting dust
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Don't turn on me, don't turn on me
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And when they claim that I'm washed up
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Or when my gums begin top rust
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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Don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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I'm warning you, don't turn on me
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No, no, no, don't, don't
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Warning You
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| 50 Cent |
