[Intro]
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I'm not the strongest man in the world
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I never said I was
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But, I fear none and I respect all
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And if you disrespect it, I'mma die bout it
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[Hook]
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(Shoot em' up) In the ghetto where we all grind
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Sun up to sun down
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Hustle all night (Shoot em' up)
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Pressure on em, that's at all times
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Take one of mine then I'mma make sure that we all cry (one eighty seven)
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Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
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Pray that it don't be a homicide
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Homicide, Homicide (Shoot em' up)
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Pray that it don't be a homicide
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[Verse 1]
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Malcom X a religion but this ain't television
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Go watch the movie then come back and try to tell me different
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I swear to God I miss my nigga just full of hate (I do)
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Bullet in the chamber, pull up and go BANG
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Doin' it for his kids the ones that Shud don't look after
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Watching the news in a foster home, they father was massacred
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In the hospital laid up inside my dick a decathetar
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Hill up and go kill up everything in his family
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Should've flipped me got to teach the bitch that tried to get at me
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Left my nigga children on this Earth to be bastards
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Bitch I'm up in the mornin', caught a slip, grip up on em'
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At the red light through the windshield knocked out all his components
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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Had to draw down, lay the law down for a month straight
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Ain't no sleepin', nigga beefin', this a month straight
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Band-aids on my fingertips, with gloves on I clutch chrome
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Duct tape the bottom of my shoes, with the snub on
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Up it, spray it to the pavement you a blood donor
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Infrared, white shirt, red all the blood on it
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Throw a bag of drugs on you, for the crime scene
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Drug-related homicide, closed case, crime scene
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Extender stick out, BLICKA BLOCK and didn't dick off
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Thought that was your bitch she set you up, caught with your dick out
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Trail you to the club and catch you thievin' out that bitch
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My decoy fight cause a distraction leave you leakin' out that bitch
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[Hook]
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Homicide
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| Kevin Gates |
