(Intro)
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You got something on your mind nigga?
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Say dat then
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(Verse:Crooked I)
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Well let me say it without worrying if my label o.k.
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When Weapon Waist wildin out, man give him room
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Used to have skeletons in my closet, but now they sit in my living room
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Octomom, I picture putting more niggas in a hole than that bitch's womb
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The street sweeper's the wicked witch's broom
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A silver spoon, I never had it
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I grew up mad at Anne Frank, cause the bitch lived in a better attic
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(Say dat then)
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I seen my share static, they say that it made me charismatic
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Born leader who was born Libra in a foreign two seater with a porn diva
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Blowin' reefer and pouring liters of vodka
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Cause the feds freezing a nigga bread
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I'm drinking thinking they gon' seize me even when I'm dead (Fuck 'em)
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Killers in my backyard, in the dark with choppers while I'm sleepin' in my bed
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Dreaming about Slaughterhouse, droppin' an album that's a chart topper
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While I got these demons schemin' on my head
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Even though I'm the realest
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See, there wasn't enough violence in Menace to Society
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To show you how Cali killers be chillin' in society
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And the police, they hate me
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Longbeach PD probably want to kill Eminem for signing me
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Cause I was supposed to be a statistic
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A ghost to me is realistic, my dead homie said 'say dat then'
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(Verse: Joell Ortiz)
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Guess this where I'm supposed to vent, huh?
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Under scrutiny, all my oppurtunity went, huh?
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Reality is I had more personality bent, huh?
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Nonsense! Honestly my conscience is dealing with a constant
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Conflict with the bullshit I've been doing
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That I feel sobad about the second after it's accomplished
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A compass, I need one of those cause I'm wandering in darkness
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But I see straight, and it feels great being clean around this?
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Being clean around this? (Say dat then)
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Being clean around this garbage
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Two stepping through this garden
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Full of frozen cold snakes when you a lion, warm hearted
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Bank account comma, but still get your undergarments from Target
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With a penthouse apartment, kinda nigga still ready to piss in the elevator
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And shake the doorman's hand before you go jogging
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(Yaowa) I'm just a hood nigga, fuck it!
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But I'm a good nigga fucking after that cat on my tongue
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But never the cat got my tongue, my nigga (Say dat then)
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So I could knock the dome off yo neck
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Get your whole right eye socket broke with a left
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You could go apeshit, fake prick and take flicks
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With eight cliques, you still never posing a threat
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If you gon' say something, say it then
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(Interlude: 2Pac)
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Hahaha my biiiig mouth
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I got a big mouth, can't help it
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Talk from my heart, real
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You know what I'm saying?
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Whatever comes comes
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(Verse: Royce da 5'9")
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You got something on your mind, nigga?
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I made a living off of rhyming bout just how I feel at the moment
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Right at this particular moment I'm in that zone where I'm wondering how far I could really get with just my diploma
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Reflecting on how rap is a blessing
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Feeling that same feeling before I fucked my first bad bitch that I got right after undressing
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Feeling like 'am I about to get this?'
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In yo head you hear it, that voice of confidence
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That comes down on you from the heavens like 'yeah, you bout to get it'
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Just hope that you don't stick yo dick in a dud
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Cause that bitch could end up your wife, or your mistress
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Or that chick the same type as your mistress
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Or a chick that's just gon' draw your name with a stick in the mud
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Rather intended or unintended
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It all comes with a territory, no pun intended
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I fell out with all of my friends like 'is it me or is it them?'
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Angry like
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'Shit, everybody can't be wrong, but a lot of these niggas just can't be right'
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Therefore, I'll say it's their fault (Say dat then)
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I fucking plan to, too many hoes out hear niggas done ran through
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I'd rather roll through the valley and lay low
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I done fell out of love and back in love again then out of love and back with my spouse more than Halley and J-Lo
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If she left me, my inner self would shatter
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I could leave her, cause I'm a selfish addict
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The problem is, I just don't want nobody else to have her
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If we split, I consider my health a hazard
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Or else living in wealth and lavish
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And as far as these niggas who want to kill me, you never get a chance
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You a criminal chill with your subliminal twitter rants
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You bigger than that, you just ain't bigger than me
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You are literally killing me figuratively
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I'm busy thinking about who hot and how they bit off me
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If any one of you niggas jump on me, nobody gon' have to tell you that you should probably get off me
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And that's off rip, bruh
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Your contract killers can sign off richer
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That little beef y'all talking is small things to a giant
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Like Goliath been drinking that anaconda malt liquor
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Slaughterhouse, we the nicest four fellas
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And if that day should come that we should ever part ways
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It'll just be an excuse for us to reunite at Coachella
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(Verse: Joe Budden)
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I heard them words and they stung my ear drum
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Was told that cancer finally made it through his lungs
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Some of y'all are blessed enough that y'all have no idea what the fuck I'm talking bout, cause y'all got no experience
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So incase you hear this verse and think that there's the slightest chance that he'll survive
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His cancer's on level four, and there's not a five
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So my mother lose my mother, now my dad is losing his
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From miles apart, wildest part is that's not the wildest part
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What's outlandish is I too would want to vanish
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Alcohol like Uncle Robin I'm blind and taking advantage
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My aunt's supposed to be holding him down, but she sure to gain
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Behind his back just took out another insurance claim
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(Say dat then) Well indeed I will
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They making all these alterations to his will
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He can't even play his poker games in peace, y'all gotta chill
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Like I can't decide if he's dying or y'all rather have him killed
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I know a nigga's last breath shouldn't be this way
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And if it was, I would panic too, tell me what's a man to do
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Playing devil's advocate, none of it's understandable
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I walk in the house and feel that energy as if it's tangible
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Well, every rapper got a Cuban on looking like Marx
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I'm just busy trying to get my Mark Cuban on
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My Lyor Rick Rubin on, my Nas, Pac, Big, Jay, Em, and fusion on
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To outrap any movement goin'. Gun on the couch shit
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Wrong one to be running yo mouth with bars, no VH-1 it's mouse shit
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If a nigga don't spit crack, go back and stock up
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No harms, sometimes you got to stir it til it rock up
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Been broken, been rich, been high, sober
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Fucked almost every model twice over like I was living my life over
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These niggas ain't got to like me, but after a decade in they all respect me
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Shit, they don't even directly indirect me
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It's cool though, back to business
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Stacking these riches means caskets in ditches
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With my Trues on living sacrilegious
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It's Joe, looking like money all the pretty hoes can't help but look
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Life gave me lemons, better be what Jordan Belfort took
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Slaughter la familia, Glocks out over here
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The schoolboy's with Kendrick, we dropouts over here
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Uh, no offense cause them my niggas
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And that list is short, you get the gist I'm sure
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Joey
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Say Dat Then
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| Slaughterhouse |
