[Verse 1]
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Motherfucker, cha-pow here I am let's get started off right
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With a gun or a fight, think you hard
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You a dog that don't bite, see I'm trained to kill
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Give a fuck about you hoes, spill ya blood for thrills
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Grip ya body, naked shakin' we neck breakin'
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Niggas in my hood be runnin' while them niggas salt shakin'
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Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
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Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
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Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and creepin'
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Lot of caps slippin' and jack me for my chips
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Nah, get the twelve gauge and load a gob
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Blowin' something in these niggas if they actin' calm
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Niggas'll blast, yellin' out "Fuck y'all"
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While they mashin' steady blastin'
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Ain't just here for nothin' doin' right for right
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Cause it's right, shit niggas gotta do to earn they stripes
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[Hook]
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Can't run, ya can't hide
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Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
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Ya gon' diiiiiie, yeah, yeah
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Can't run, ya can't hide
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Gon' get cha' when ya least expect it
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Ya gon' diiiiiie
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[Verse 2]
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Took about the same looty to perform my duty
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Survey this thing to a nigga that knew me
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Little did I know he was settin' me up
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Wettin' me up and catch me up
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Barely escapin' heart beatin' fast mile racin'
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A shotty in hell, I thought I was dead
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But I'm alive and payback is a mother you fucker
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I'll be back carvin' Ruckers when the gauge start bustin'
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Penitentiary rap but we here and ain't shit
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Nigga dyin' quick and get ya throat split
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Comin' out do worse, I love to do work
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Retaliation, revenge make it hard to live
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Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin'
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Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down
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I'm a war street veteran, never say I better than anybody
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That nigga Daz and Young Gotti
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Blast em' with the shot after fleein' the scene
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Cause money, power, and dreams make a hell of a scheme
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Grippin' nine to ya brain, put the set on shade
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Writin' big, bold letter that'll weigh ya sign
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3]
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My dreams and nightmares hard before I went to sleep
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So I stay awoke and cocked with four five loaded
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Cautious on my toes at all times, on the grind
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Mindin' my own, dropped and smoke in the zone
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It's a shame how we do it, how we represent the game
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Blast and maintain for the money and the fame
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You know the steelo, nigga we know
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We get down and dirty because we do low
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Keep it strong for so long, I couldn't go wrong
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But fuckin' with some niggas knew some shit would go wrong
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Niggas comin' up short chop em' down with the chopper
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Givin' em' all tones and one hand sole
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Nigga stop it, show me how you do it, how ya drop it
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Give my dogs a fat just to get it poppin'
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Got the dope and the scale and it ain't hard to tell
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Hard bound but come around where the dogs dwell
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When ya least expect it, you can die any second
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Nigga stop check it and dwell on it and respect it
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[Hook]
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[Daz talkin]
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Yeah ain't no where to run and ain't no where to hide
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Ha ha (Don't die) so you might as well just go on and kill yourself
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(When ya least expect it, ya gon' die) ha ha ya know why (Die, die)
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Nigga ha, ha (Ya can't run) yeah
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When Ya Lease Exspected
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Daz Dillinger |