[CHORUS]
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TIME, TIME FOR YOU TA DIE
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AS I KISS--YO--ASS--GOODNIGHT
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I make yo mouthpiece obese like delawese
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When I release, you loose teeth like Little Cease
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Nigga please
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Blood floods yo dungarees
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And that's just a half of my warpath
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Laugh now cry later, I rhyme greater
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than the average playa hater, and spectators
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Buy my CD twice
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They see me in the streets they be like yo he nice
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But that's on the low doe'
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be the cats wit no dough, tried ta play me at my show
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I pull out 4-4's, and go up in they clothes
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Short-change niggas
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snort-cane niggas
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extortion came quicker
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Bought the Range' nigga
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Ya still tickle me
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I used ta be as strong as ripple, till Little Cease crippled me
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Now I play hard-like my girls nipples be
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The games sour like like a pickle be
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Ya'll know da rules
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Move from BK ta New Jerus
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Thinkin bout, all the planes we flew
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Bitches, we ran through
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Now da years new
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I lay my game flat
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I want my spot back, take two
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Muthafuckas mad cuz I blew, niggas envious
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Too many niggas on my dick, shit's strenuous
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When my men bust, you just move wit such stamina
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Slugs missed ya
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I ain't mad at'chya (we ain't mad at'chya)
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Blood rushin, concussions, ain't nothing
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Catch canes, come out frontin
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Smokin something
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Sippin White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin
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I laced it wit the basic
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6 TV's, a system, knockin Mase shit, face it
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We hard ta hit
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Guard ya shit, for I stick you, for ya re-up
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Wipe the "P"
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Mix shots, "work ya seat up"
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Go in the ashtray, spark the weed up
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LONG KISS
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[CHORUS X 2]
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UH-I flamin gats, aimin at, these fuckin...
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Maniacs put my name in raps--"support them"
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Games dat
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Like they hustle backwards
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I smoke backwards, and Duchees
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Ya can't touch me
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Try ta rush me
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Slugs go, touchy-touchy
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Ya bleedin lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
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or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky
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Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me
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Rest where the worms-n-the weak be
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My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
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Wit the holy ghost
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I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey
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Slip-n-tryin ta break me
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Look what'chyou made me do, brains blue
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My team in the Marine blew, six-coupe
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Skiid it out, weeded out, clean it out
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The block for distance is, given long kisses bitch
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[CHORUS X 2]
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Frank White the menacin, craw-craw's demenacin
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I got the lettuce in
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You turn green like cucumber skin got the new hummer in the summer when I was
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a new comer
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then
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drugs and mac-10's
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Hug from fake friends
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Make ends they hate'chyou, be broke girls won't date'chyou
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That's why I relate to, choke yo ass till ya face blue, make you
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Open the safe too
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No matter how ya call it(how ya call it)
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This "bralick",alcoholic
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Like his weed green'd out like his brick solid
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Distribute to kids who, take heart like Valentine, drink Valentine, all the
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time
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Slugs hit'chya chest tap the spine
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Flat-line
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Heard through the grapevine, ya got fucked foe times
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Damn that three ta nine, fucked you up for real doe'
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"Slink steal slow"
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As you remorse we feel no
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[CHORUS X 6]
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Long Kiss Goodnight
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Notorious Big |