[Verse One]
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As a youngsta guns-ah
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what I specalize in
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me and my dawgs selling dope on a rising
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rising to gives we together in this hood life
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struggling together straight praying for the good life
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yo life means more to me then my own do
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when you had some beef I went and shot on that whole crew
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I do what I gotta do cuz I'm yo right hand
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You's a-lot older then me I'm yo little man
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Mane time fly's now we old to older
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You done came up flippin pebbles to bolders
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told ya that I'm down with you until the graveyard
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me and you got caught with some work in the same car
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you were facing more time then me if behind bars
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I was seventeen and a half so I took the charge
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you got larger heard now you own a crack house
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I did two years and they let a nigga back out
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[Chorus (2x)]
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Since you's a on nigga on nigga fuck which ya boy
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knowing good and well I grew up which ya boy
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you's a on nigga on nigga don't try to flauge
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you gonna make a nigga like me catch a charge
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[Verse Two]
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Back out on the town and you riding in the jag clean
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hit me with a pound then bought me a chevy thang
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I could of saved in flew like the canary
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you know I got heart and I know you very scary
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carrying alot of weight put in plenty work
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always was down for ya dawg did plenty dirt
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looking like a jerk and ya living like a kingpin
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that ain't showing love
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I'm about to stick this tone inside ya fucking face
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blow ya brains to the other side
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38 dumb dumbs cut like a butter knife
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but inside the walls you be soaking up game quick
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fuck that gurellia shit trick I done got slick
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remember ya kept ya dope backyard dawg house
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over there hold gun lap
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North Memphis momma house
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looking for the cross that will come up from behind ya
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muthafuck the laws cuz I'm taking what's mine-ah
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[Chorus (2x)]
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[Verse Three]
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Mom's went to church so I'm jumping over gate fast
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You mane was outta town handling buisness
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blew both rockwilders out they misery
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you got it fist in good so they coulden't see
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yea it's kind of obvious what I came for
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herion and that white-dust ain't no shame boy
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a real robber robs a trick and don't say a word
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got'em for a pound of herion and bout eight birds
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mouth slurred cuz a nigga blowing on some good shit
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celebrating cuz a playa done made a phat lick
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any trick do this to me hollow points fly
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dead in the face right between muthafuckas eye
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I be's the nigga busting if we in a brawl
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I'm my niggas back up so who we call
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me damn fool cuz he knowing that I buck'em
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I can play it off cool but mane fuck'em
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[Chorus (2x)]
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On Nigga
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Project Pat |