[Talking:]
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Cuz I'm tellin you man they aint nothing else to talk about
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the same shit every motherfuckin album, I dont give a damn how many he put
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out he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
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you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats
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mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes
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I done heard that shit 2pac wannabe ass nigga (mocking P) "I aint no rapper
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I write short films"
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o.k. grab your popcorn ain't no more sunshine.
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Come on, O.K., peep it my techs swing low like sweet chariots
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Bust em and burry em
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That be his faithness sending flowers to they wait
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And crying at they wake
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And mourning with these motherfuckaz mothers
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Fotr plottin out a way to kill they brother
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Another nigga bled another niggaz gone be bleeding
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Cuz I ain't trynna hear that shit this evening
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Yall niggaz best believe in
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Guerilla warfare
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Lets creep across the cemetery how they get there
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I tell ya was this nigga from Lake Olmstead
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My nigga said that he been fucking up dope since day one so instead
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of pumpin the shit in Olmstead
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I suggest he take that stupid shit to Sunset
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But naw,but naw he wanna play bad Billy bad ass and shit
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I'm flawing my game like I can't perform the hit
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I threw on the fucking plastic bag
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wrapped my hands around his ass the squeezed
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til the nigga cant breath
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Limiting cheese about my trap,how the fuck imma catch the mouse
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If you busting ya gun and steady runnin ya mouth
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But down south I aint no hard ass nigga
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But best believe real come the thriller
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Motherfucka I feel ya
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Blast them hollow points,cuz hollow points get points across
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They want the juice but they dont want to pay the cost
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Now who's the boss
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My nigga ask these hoes
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I'm nuttin in they mouth and they nose
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They eyes if they aint closed
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The lifestyle that I chose who knows may make me rich
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But if them feds kick down them doors then lifes a bitch
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I'm sittin in the patty wagon thinking bout the snitch
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And wit my phone call I know exactly who to hit
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My niggaz Don Perry we got some bodies to burry
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Hide them niggaz with rugers and hide them lugers with Karen
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Now its very nescesary that this bid go through
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Cuz I already know my niggaz threw
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Aint no motherfuckin sunshine
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[chorus:]
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Aint no motherfuckin sunshine, Its only tech nines and clips and
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niggaz that equip for whatever
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I thought you knew better,but you still ran your mouth now you runnin from
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them fuckin Georgia Boys from down south [repeat]
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Aint no sunshine my nigga, the sun aint gonna shine
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Till I reach about a million
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Talkin billions with Brazilions
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I got this funny feeling that I'm gone be filthy rich
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And I'm gone marry money cuz money's a faithful bitch
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If it aint one thang its ten more so fuck another
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Surrounded by undercovers everytime they see they sucker
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My mind be in the gutter,but thats how I burn the house
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Because I try to prove what these pussy niggaz bout
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These niggaz make me shout,yea they frustrate me
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Because I sell dope I guess thats why these niggaz hate me
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Make me recall,think it was the fall of 96
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But time dont matter nigga doing the same shit
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The Narcs about to hit
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His habit made em tell
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Officer and the law,bastard crooked as hell
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They lookin for Terrel
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Mixed him up with Derrel it's 2 Derrels
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They hit they doe with Marquel
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Breakin em on the phone,told my niggaz time to bail
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They knew we shot them niggaz they just lookin for the shells
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They try to best they nail,like nail give me a break
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Us cooley high niggaz,us niggaz is hard to take
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We,appreciate they bust
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We,appreciate they threat
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We,appreciate that we so smooth they aint caught us yet
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Now Karen want respect,claim I'm doing her wrong
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But my name is not Rome,I dont know where I belong
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Pumpin her up with these songs,so so-long to all three
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get O.U.T. but first let me get my thangs
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The ho had bring me box with the lock that she was holdin
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She brought my shit downstairs,my fuckin box was open
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I'm holdin my breath before I mothafuckin hurt her
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Rambaling through my shit no shells from the murder
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I asked her calmly where the fuck is my shit
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"Troy thats all |