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(Quiet voice in the background)
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What the fuck is this?? Bullet holes Tupac.
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*(gun shots)*
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*(chorus)* x3
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Unload the barrel an blast,
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I'm puttin lead in yo mutha fuckin ass.
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Verse 1 *(Knumskull)*
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I'm broke as fuck an it's like that,
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I'm livin, an I'm watchin niggaz bubble an the jelousy is kickin in,
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I wanna pull licks but that jelousy don't fit me,
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let's bet on the set, I'm a vet runnin from Fifty,
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it spell out, so I'm a post to the fullest,
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only servin then,
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the Ice Cream Man is out again,
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it's jelous niggaz on the lurk still,
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we had a treaty,
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so now they goin back on they first deal,
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(Awww now they ready to put the lead on ya,
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how would you like it if a nigga was broke an came fed on ya??!!)
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That's why I'm still on my P's an Q's,
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readin fools,
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I'm known as a shista deceivin fools,
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(see quit pagin me!!)
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snoopin around found trouble, fo tryin to fuck up a niggaz bubble,
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don't bubble mo than he got,
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cuz now he know that if he get rid of you, then that's more cash in the
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pot,
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I got a rival now,
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tha turf is showin what it's worth,
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I gotta pack a gat fo survival now,
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they juss won't let me be,
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all I can be,
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so all I can see,
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is victory,
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I'm struggle master,
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so,
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the doo-doo that you do,
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will only make me wanna bubble faster,
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no party-poop cuz this troop came fed-eral,
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slappin hoes in they neck juss to let em know,
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it's all clear now why,
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it's so hard to say goodbye,
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you broke, I'm gettin high,
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don't make me put the lead on ya.
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*(chorus)* x2
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Verse 2 *(Dru Down)*
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Here I come,
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I'm outta jail,
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fresh in the air,
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nigga need a come up, so nigga didn't care,
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so let me think,
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nigga,
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I need to pick up pace,
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nigga need a lick,
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nigga need no safes,
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so ah,
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let me get straight down to business,
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I need me some distance to run when I carry gun,
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an I'm a be like quick on my feet,
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you try an be a hero,
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my nine milli, you an me,
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an even if you're the chief of police,
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nigga you will still catch some heat,
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cuz I'm juss.... one of the killaz in the town,
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a niggaz know they call me Dru mutha fuckin Down,
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so homie step back,
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this is a jack,
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nigga make a move an that ass will get jacked,
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because I'm loaded,
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I'm loaded off the dank-quid,
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an Jackie you will get me high juss fo free see,
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juss call me.... S-I-C-K,
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I love to kill fo play,
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cuz like Cube it was a good day,
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an I'm a be like strictly on my Q's,
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P's an Q's,
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I'm puttin quarter holes in fools,
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so don't you even fuck wit my rep,
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my rep's too big,
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an leavin you diggin fo days,
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an I'm a get ya,
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nigga if I want ya,
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I got a gun you run nigga,
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I'm a pop ya,
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because I'm broke I need to fill me some ends,
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give me yo pocket book so I can break it in,
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I goes to Wells Fargo, Bank of America,
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an if your a woman, don't think I still won't put the lead on ya.
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BEEITCH!
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*(chorus)* x4
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Verse 3 *(Yukmouth)*
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Hell yeah I'm on welfare,
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G-A checks,
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keeps me paid like a mutha fuckin vet on the set,
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let, my mail stretch an gets up,
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to even the point where my bitch be choppin zips up,
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I whips up the cream,
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twenty-eight grams on the triple beam,
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chefs hittin clean, how much clean??
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four-fifteens, an the zap-co,
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the rap-go slip an made a weak move,
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don't sleep dude, I pull licks every week fool,
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but ain't no Bonnie an Clyde nigga,
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cuz if a bitch set up a lick, I get the money an slide nigga,
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I hit the crap game first thang, leave if you shot yo,
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cuz bein broke is the worst thang,
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check this out man, cuz you know I ain't that type niggie,
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I scoop the dice, once or twice then the riggie, riggie,
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dangle roll shot, is a fa sho shot,
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no shot, I mean it's so hot, I'm snatchin hella face from the block,
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I got the glock,
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sixteen on my waist juss incase,
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never hit 6-8's, know the haters at the gate,
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when I shake the dice-a, nother one bites the dust,
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they mad as fuck gettin struck by the shista,
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I shoulda known,
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cuz rule number one,
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never roll craps wit some niggaz from a track you ain't from,
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they young an claimin they broke, but they forgotten,
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that I got they mail, an I can tell they plo |