[Cormega]
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Your depiction of a thug nigga, is fiction
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Your words hung my nigga lines were drawn
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You sided with the judge I ain't a hater
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I don't love squellers(squealers,) thats me
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You have the audacity to talk like you real
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Nigga you fold under pressure, my life is real
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You sold your soul to detectives I could get you murdered
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But you dying a slow death denying you told yet
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The truth came to light you a fake nigga
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You helped the D.A.'s case my nigga
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Fuck your life I hate the side(sight) of your face nigga
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Only a fake nigga would respect you
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You went against the cause and signed papers
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The signatures yours thats that bullshit pardon me
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?Sammy the bullshit? take the stand betraying the fam
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Should have kept it real you put your fate in ya hand
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I guess thats the way it was planned
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(Hook) [Cormega]
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There's a a thin line between love and hate and you crossed it
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You had respect around the way and you lost it
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If a coward dies a thousand deaths how you gon' live?
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Nigga you get no love
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[Cormega]
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Death before dishonor
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You sacrificed your breath so respect a nigga power in jail
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I get you hit up in the shower
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I'm a real nigga I walk the streets with pride
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I'm the turth, you living a lie
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You a part-time prosecuter, full time ?hosa?[haza(see "Frank" in Scarface)]
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I right rhymes with great'ness you write statements nigga
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And think the streets don't know
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Tssk, yo it was all good just a week ago
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How could you live with being the D.A.'s witness
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And knowing ya names associated with snitches
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You could pray for forgiveness I'ma fact(falcon) you a stool pigeon
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Ain't nothing you can do nigga, might I mention
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Only a bitch would snitch to get a lighter sentence
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Take it like a man nigga like official prints and cornbread nigga
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I'm a warrior you deserve a bullet in ya head nigga
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(Hook)
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[Cormega]
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Uhh, I'm tired of you coming through like snitching justifiable
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I once admired you, you rap(rat) bastard
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Ain't no need to explain you not my man
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Everytime you give me five I wash my hands
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What nigga, M-E-G-A bitch tell the D.A. bricks
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I move in three days not including the grindin
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What polluted ya mind was it alluded time
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my words are exulted(exalted) yours ruin lives
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You a disgrace to ya race I'm true to mine
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All my doggs doing time, know before I side with the law
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I rather ride with the fours and deprive you of your, coward exsistence
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You probably send ya momma to prison to beat a sentence BITCH!
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(Hook)
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A Thin Line
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