They know, I came to set it off.
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God let me know I can let it off.
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You see my cross yeah' it never falls.
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You know it's on 'till the break of dawn.
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Yeah! I make the green grow like I'm hard shit
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and I'm one of a kind like Picaso's portrait.
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I'm killin' rat boys 'till I'm goin' spycho.
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Prying through the night like my name is Michael.
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It's all gravy like I'm sittin' on mesh,
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I'm spendin' money like I'm swimming in cash,
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gramps to ash, zits to quarters,
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Guidin' the verse like I'm fuckin' Larry Starters.
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I'm on the front, 'aint you glad?
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Got a pump up if only ho's get mad.
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The train, 5-7 don't let it catch you slip,
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Billy the Kid, boy want some cowboy shit?
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I'm a grown man, the whippin' got rims,
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I'm from LA homie I don't rock tens.
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Pop' said to go, so I grew up quick.
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Life is a bitch let's get back on this shit.
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The truth mother fucker, is this is my summer.
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Watch me talk dirty like a 9 on her number.
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Fuck your girlfriend then throw away the rubber.
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This is yo' job, take a hole, lover.
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Bitch, open yo' mouth, I'm wet, still, in all.
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Your man 'aint ballin' that weapon's a rental.
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I'm a born felon, I don't obey the law.
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I run this shit, missed paper in all.
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They on my dawg, these fuckin' kids.
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Like a new born on their mama's tits.
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Valet' after keys when I pull up with her.
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Hitchin' for ya' chain if I catch ya' slip-up.
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Though I can't 'stop like an ongoing hic-up these fake mother fuckers, I'm so sick of.
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They can try to run, but they can't hide.
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They say raging waters, I roll in and slide
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I speed right, when I'm blind-folded, tounge tied.
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They say I'm number one, and the both've no tries.
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I say I'm having fun cause my shit's got nine tiles.
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Crack em in the morn'yeah and dad's got nine lives.
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City after city and my crew get's air time.
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Witty he's so witty but he's right at the same time
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He want's to roll with me like a seven dream fitty.
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God I know you're with me, when I'm gone I know you'll miss me.
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Grab the mic, I'm like a hero from the afterlife, now it's time to show these people what my skills are like,
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you know what's been on my mind. Grab that loot and take what's mine.
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Tryin' interveiw me like "yo what's ya life like" you see me on K-Rock yo' that shit's tight.
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Heard it on the pages "Yo thats Deuce right?"
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a million fuckin' plays now it's on like game-time.
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We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
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that I kill these flo's they keep say'n no-no.
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They know me fo' real and that's fo sho' when I grab the wheel,
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Truth's got the dough.
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We ride, we roll and everybody here knows
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that I kill these flo's they keep say'n no-no.
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They know me fo' real and that's fo sho' when I grab the wheel,
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Truth's got the dough.
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Set It Off
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Deuce |