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I'll be damned if I'ma live without it
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I'm penitentiary real until the day I die
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I'll pull a fuckin heist.. snatch away your fuckin life
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Shake the dice, sell rocks, flip bricks
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Print up some motherfuckin counterfeit
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It's too cold
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When you made a big knot and your heartbeat stops
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And they throw you in a box and you ain't got nothin to show
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[Willie D]
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They say the first law of nature, is self-preservation
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Fuck a PlayStation, my bills don't vacation
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Got a mac-11, holdin up a bankin center
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If they follow my instructions, they might make it home for dinner
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Cake-ass nigga in the club, bottle poppin
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.. make me wanna pop him, heh
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He bought a drink, flashed his knot, now he dearly departed
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Broke as I was, that nigga had to be retarded
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Stung him in the cabbage with that semi-automatic
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Jacked his chain and his watch, and rifled through his {?}
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I'll kill ya dead, rich or po', grown or a youngster
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I ain't Cody Scott, but I can be a +Monster+
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Call me a sinner, but know what's funny?
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So is the dude that you give your money to on Sundays
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Like my grandmother, she paid her tithe, sold her place and picked up folks
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for the church and died broke, with nothin to show
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[Willie D]
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You can talk that hot shit if you want to
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But it don't tell me what you won't do
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When you're down on your luck and nobody gives a fuck
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Bill collectors on your heels and they repo'n your wheels
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I done had money, been broke and had it again
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Anythang I do twice, I can do it again
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Look how many niggaz who done sold drugs all this time
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That's doin a bunch of years are back in the hood and ain't got a dime
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Ain't no excuse for it, go on be a man and admit it
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That come from cappin, buyin cars and trickin bitches
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I ain't tryin to knock your hustle homey, that ain't cool
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But get your money, clean it up, and get the fuck on fool
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Cause your friends just wanna stunt and these hoes just want your bread
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And the fed is gonna hunt and these niggaz'll blow your head
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behind beef, or a fake say, dude knew your face
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So you murdered him, but ain't got nothin to show
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[Willie D]
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I'll be God damned if I'ma be that old nigga that live
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60 plus years and leave nothin but bills
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"Mind Playin Tricks" still playin on the box
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And I'm sittin on the porch in sweats and some mismatched dress socks
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Yeah right! Before I go out like a busta
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I get all my fuckin guns and kill ALL you motherfuckers
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I ain't gon' be that cat that's broke so he blows his brain
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I'ma be the one to kill the armored truck driver if anythang
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Fuck the fame I want the dough cause when times get drastic
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You cain't take a fuckin ego to the bank and cash it
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I'm not impressed with your big house and expensive whip
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If you can't pay cash you can't afford the shit
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They say heaven got what I'm needin, but just in case it don't exist
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I'm gettin my flowers while I'm breathin
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But ain't gon' be like Sammy Davis and Redd Foxx
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When Willie D check up out this bitch he goin out on top
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I told you, I was gon' give you somethin to think about
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Shit, even if I fuck off all the money I made
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Nigga I'ma still God damn be paid at the end
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Cause guess what? Got that life insurance policy, hahaha
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Shit that motherfucker there's, better than playin the lottery
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You guaranteed to hit
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Babies they can come up like instant millionaires
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I tell you right now my baby's an instant millionaire
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Nigga you understand what I'm sayin?
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Some of y'all sucka busta ass nigga
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Y'all don't understand that kind of shit
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Y'all like, worry about the bitch
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Spendin the money on this nigga and that nigga and all this shit
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Nigga drivin your car, livin in your house
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Stop marryin these motherfuckin hoes! You won't have that problem
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Nothin' To Show
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