Picture a nigga on the warpath,
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And he'll spread terror through the city and leave a trail of blood baths.
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And to those that know, he's not a phony.
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But tonight he'll get his vengence on the fool who killed his homey.
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Don't give a fuck, he'll take you smooth on out.
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Cause the hood is where its good is what its about.
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Geah. Don't wanna squable, through down or even kick him.
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Just pull the fucking trigger cause to him your just a victim.
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Jumped in the car, ash traces of dub.
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Hit a couple of corners and pulls up at the bud
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spot where its hot. Yeah boy he knows it.
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But before he does the killing, he's got to get loaded.
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Throws up the set, then he bones out quick.
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Then he spits at a bitch just for riding his dick.
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Now he's at the curb and yeah he gots the feeling.
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He tells his homey, "G lets get ready for the killing."
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Little did he know Miss Daisy's in the kitchen
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Standing cooking chicken, 9 started clicking.
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Ran up to the back of the house like releigh races.
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Just like a train robbery, bandanas on their faces.
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He heres this fucking little voice in his brain.
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And its saying dont kill, we're all in the same gang.
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He tells it back, that aint the gang I'm in.
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Because the gang I'm in is like in it to win.
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So he killed off the sucker right there he didnt stop.
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Ran through the rooms and went pop pop pop.
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The explenation for this, he must was crazy.
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I guess thats why he had to driveby miss daisy.
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[And now the driveby].....[Say hello to my little friend.]
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[You die mutherfucker...]
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Check out the high rolling, young balling, pimp mack daddy.
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Drive a 190E, ain't got no time for a caddy.
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He got snaps because he jacked a nigga.
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But he fucked up smooth and didn't pull the trigger.
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Now theres a contract for your head on a platter.
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If theres somebody with you they'll kill them too it dont matter.
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Now your laying low at your girlfriends crib.
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And your thinking of the shiesty shit that you did.
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Now you got balls and you pull another jack.
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Another and another, your pockets on fat.
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Dont give a fuck if he spends time in jail.
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Just load up the 9 with the hollow point shells.
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So nows he's on a mission, to kill or be killed.
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Since somebody's got to do it and the shoes are to be filled.
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So now its 12 o'clock, and its time for a jack.
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Not even thinking it was time for payback.
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And yeah you spot a fool who'll get the rag pack.
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Rolling close behind while you blase a 20 sack.
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He stops at a light on Elandra and Central.
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Jump the fuck out put the gun to the window, its kinda simple.
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But you know how it deal, and what the fuck was in store.
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It was the same punk who you tried to jack before.
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And he wont give up shit. Point blank hesitation.
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Innocent Miss Daisy at the mobile gas station.
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His 9 went click, your 9 went clack.
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Miss Daisy tried to run but got a shell in her back.
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The explanation for this he must was crazy.
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I guess thats why he had to driveby Miss Daisy.
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[And now the driveby].....[I'm gonna get you mutherfucker...]
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[Say hello to my little friend]....[so long..have a good trip.]
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[You die mutherfucker...]
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Driveby Miss Daisy
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