Count it how it is or count it to the back
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To rap was prison, our shit will be the super-max
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No sunshine just dark skies, nothing but dark thoughts going through my mind
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I got bad blood, mad love, only part of team know
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One of us is the shutter now where the beef go
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I ain't see none of these niggas and we're out here
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Wanna be celebrity dogs, a lot of mouth yeah
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Ooh my God we cannot be fuck with
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Real shit you get a life all in a public, under the microscope they all watching us
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We had no choose but to keep it trill, they chiding us
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And if they wasn't God always pay attention, don't
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I couldn't live with myself, being pony, looking like life is a game
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And I guess will be with it
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Cuz this life that I made boy I set with ambition
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Did they wanna do it what the voices pull me
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On my air drums sudden then I knew I'll shut him
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Got me rallying with the retching like shit is legal
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Looking for a victim put him in the feeding
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Fuck is going on? When did I know all is on
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The shit not really popping, I'm looking for a war
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Looking out my window pointing shit like police
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Don't take 'zipping on some'
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Sick, got me buzzing, I'm already bugging, know what ...
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That I drink the bottle and have to go
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Fucking on my mind, I feel like by a pola'looking on the both shoulders
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I woke up with blood on my hands
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Fuck, I knew this time, now my niggas scared
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I probably get the fucking test
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Grab my fucking gun, a few clothes and I'm out of here
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What's going with your bone
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Hey yo B better fucking with the BB
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Got me ready to splash so tell 'em be easy for me
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I give 'em shanks in the system bones
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I got scars nigga, I lay balls, lay bros, lay lows
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Rest a nigga like small, son you got damn mic
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I fuck have that mind, I fuck banz, I live on tour
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I raise e against shit, my gun got bling on it
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Move like the mix thing got caught 'be like a king for it
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Breas not as your joke, get back to your whore
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Get back to my statement today, I'm quick on the drum
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Cock it, my name is swallow on street get back
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I'm making bitch shower before she smile and see
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Allow me, fresh banging be on side and get
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And burn shit til the back on Christopher leagues
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Fuck 'em for reas I'm stick up all that dirty bag
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That's how who alarm the shit
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Don't turn it up blasting
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Dirt
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| Mobb Deep |
