[Rasheed]
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Ma, I'm sorry for the things I did
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And god thanks for all the times you let me live
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I should of been dead a long time ago
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Should of been me and not Guero
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Foot on the pedal while I race to the hood
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Go to revillations in your little black wood
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Mom is all worried and that fucking shit hurts
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I never fuck a friend unless they suck my dick first
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Creep and I crawl, ball till I fall
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Sell you an 80 I won't charge you for the straw
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They asked me how long I ever kept a job roughly
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Well, I worked six months in the county as a trusty
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I went to prison and came back an animal
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Southside, Houston's murder capital
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My crew is cursed, shoot you first
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Died next to a stupid nurse
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Put you in the bluest hearse
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I'll see your ass at Lucifer
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[Chorus - 2x]
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6 in the morning police at my door
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Fresh, scoop of Coke across my bathroom floor
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Out the back window, I make my escape
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Didn't even have a chance to grab my screwed up tape
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[Low-G]
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My green light, aloe sayed chiquito cagapalo
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haters don't like me cause my name is hard to swallow
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Here he comes that 5-O asked me for i.d.
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Play on his computer and finds some felonies
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I was high, fly and a D.W.I.
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Every question asked I came back with a lie
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he was searching my ride and found my 45
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That's when I started thinking had to bust him with my nine
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Instead I ran, now your boy got away
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That night we celebrate like it was a holiday
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I use to be broke didn't have big faces
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I had to wipe my ass with the yellow pages
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No T.V. and no cartoons
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My jefa in the kitchen washing plastic spoons
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I was a smoker tough on, green potent stuff
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No diamonds on my wrist only, broken cuffs
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[Chorus - 2x]
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[South Park Mexican]
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I don't know what the fuck, I'ma come have some bud
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Who want to fuck with us, brown like snuff or upper cuts
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Pro-tect my property, Hillwood prohecy
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I don't know how many times I got to tell y'all get off of me
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Balls and that's all I need, smoking bitches crossing me
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When I kill you niggas we can all live in harmony
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This ain't motherfucking breaking stone, I told you once leave us alone
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Known to kill my fucking own, blame Houston cause that's my home
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How can I make it when it won't clear
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My bud done look like daffadille
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17 million a year, still I thug in my Cavilier
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My people come, like Babylon, mexican and african
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Few white boys that's family, asian and mohamilly
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Indian and that Navhoe, killers out that Navadoche
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Careful how your ass appoach, get busted like you pass a note
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All the hoes, camel toes, smoking on that ardachoke
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Bought the benz, bought the boat, in my kitchen rocking coke
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus 2]
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Crusing down the street with my 6 hoes
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Bumping my shit, riding on vogues
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Went to the park to get the scoop
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Young niggas out there cold shooting some hoops
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Screwed Up Tape
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |