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Chorus
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So I told you where I hang out
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Ya got some sellin then
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Haller my name out
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Remember man me an you
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Runnin up out the cain house
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Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
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I blow his brains out
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Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
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So I told you where I hang out
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Ya got some sellin then
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Haller my name out
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Remember man me an you
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Runnin up out the cain house
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Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
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I blow his brains out
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Ill blow his mutherfuckin brains out
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Verso One
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Two of my hommies got killed
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From the hollow point tips
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Cepts it looks like hell
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Three point five million
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From those narcotic sells
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Gang signs thats maile
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Seventy two hours incarcerated
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All becouse my hood floss bloody body's
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On the pavement
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That playa hater shit
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Is what brings that type of drama
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What a nigga need to start doin
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Is just kidnappin your mama
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Catch me in the game for 8 years
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So watch my nigga catch stripes
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In the middle of the night
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Seein fiends smoke pipes
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Dub sacks an Coniac
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helps me deal with these phonies
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Busters sellin for G's that I stack
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From the back to ponies
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I got hommies with L's on they backs
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Who fell through the crack
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And hidin shank's under they mattress
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Where were you
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When will you realise
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When cockin Glocks
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To pop those cops
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Makes a Mil of these blocks
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Ride in drop tops
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Be foolin with G-nocks
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Dont trust those bitches
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They choose to squish and let em squeel
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Go ahead and trust em
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You'll have no money screamin BIAATCH
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To tha billi ba-bang
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The reflections drummin like solo
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Hold on like En Vogue
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Put out that Endo
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Let down the window
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Tec's to our set
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Seventeen to mix with the bullshit
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Lettin em know at the do' with the full clip
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When you bust at me
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That nigga slip
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They steady runnin
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The gun
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To keep the nigga off that lay low
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Got niggs on the pay roll
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That'll kill when I say so
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Three hay-lo's
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It gets so fatel
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On Warnell talk to no one
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Sometimes it gets to the point I
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Cock my ho's see what Im sayin
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Chorus
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Verse Two
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The lord is smokin
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Thats why my life
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Has been this livin hell
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For the thug life up on the street
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And to the prison cell
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Unlawfull use is what
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They caught me with a Tec-9
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An do they got probable cause
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They never did take no time
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Steady use of prison
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Took another brothers man hood
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They choose next time
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Up under the bench
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They say its all good
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But I was young
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Didnt know any better
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Although I did comp out the bootcamp
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Fly to give a brotha seven
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Years of prison teirs
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My hommies pourin beers
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I guess this henny
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Should be life of what a thug lives
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My only hurt
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Maybe wont be my last
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But heres a tip for these cops
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Next time Im goin out with a blast
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So if you look up in this black man's
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Eyes of straight madness
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Ready to buck you down
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Upon the ground
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For all my past teachers
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Give your souls up
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If your showed up
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Dont hold up
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We Do or Die
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And you know we
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Straight soldiers
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Chorus
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Nigga I got your back
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You got mine
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Lets keep it comin
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Throw your guns in the air
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Uh-uh no time for runnin
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They'll miss the gunnin
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Its Do or Die
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When we ride out
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Niggero you comin
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Lets leave the scene
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And go and hide out
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An miss the trippin
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Trippin an clippin
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Lets get to dippin
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Mutherfuck gonna die
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Becouse he lied
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About my hommie flippin
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Swole head and a broke jaw
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Fuck that
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My nigga you dead an gone
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But you better believe
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Im bustin back
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Aint got no time
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For individuals
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Who just wanna trip
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You done broke his jaw
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You done broke my law
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So now I gots to dip
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Now whip
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Up on that ass
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With this nine milla
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You aint fuckin with a ho
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You fuckin with a po
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That be a stone killa
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My nigga dead an gone
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So rest in peace an close his casket
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Thiers plenty more chances
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If it takes ten years
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I swear ill kill this basterd
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To war zone grab that chrome
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Plus the clip that matches
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Retalliation is a must
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Thats why Im kickin asses
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These BHN they straight be trippin
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Cus the hood I come from
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Thats why Im packin
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Fully be jackin
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Cus these ho's dont want none
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Cant get along
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Keep this mo
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Im talkin player rythem
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Got niggas |