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Notorious B.I.G.:
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Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup
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Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up
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Choppin rocks overnight
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The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
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Trapp:
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It's a red light
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How many homies gotta die tonight
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Stop the gunfight
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I can feel it
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Somebodys tryin' to start up a fight
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Come on and peep game
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But ya cannot cease the blame
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And if u ask me
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It's a damn shame
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We be takin' lives that we can't replace
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Over B.S. that don't make sense
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We gotta get better than this
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It was something we could resist
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We study fightin' at our own risk
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It's a red light
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Notorious B.I.G.:
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We had to grow dreads to change our description
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Two cocks on the milk box missin
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Show they toes you know they got stepped on
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A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
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Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat
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I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
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That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
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When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
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Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
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Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
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2Pac:
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From tha 5-0
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duckin and dodgin in my survival
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The Benzo and I let off with my nim
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I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex
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Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next
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Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price
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He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life
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Tell me is it me or my upbringin
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I split that dove shit
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Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands
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on tight, cause I ain't givin up
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I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night
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I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch
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They'll never catch me
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Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, seotch
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Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend
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Do Thug Niggas go to heaven?
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I'm rollin with the thorough heads
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We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo
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I got no love for the 5-0 I'm runnin' from the police
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Trapp:
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It's a red light
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How many homies gotta die tonight
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Stop the gunfight
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I can feel it
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Somebodys tryin' to start up a fight
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Come on and peep game
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But ya cannot cease the blame
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And if u ask me
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It's a damn shame
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We be takin' lives that we can't replace
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You got swishes in your system
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Juice up in you
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Now you're ready to get lose
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Over what he said
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Over what she said
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Now somebody gotta end up dead
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It's a red light
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Stop the gunfight
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Stop The Gunfight
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Trapp, Notorious B.I.G., Tupac |