(*talking*)
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This organization was built on me
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What I put together, that no man come in between
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I am the foundation, and I will weather the storm
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You don't wanna go to, you don't wanna go to
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You don't wanna go to war with us
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You don't wanna go to, you don't wanna go to
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What...
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[Chorus]
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You don't wanna go to war with us
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My niggas be too dangerous
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You don't wanna go to war with these
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Soldier boys we bout it bout it, so nigga please whooa
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You don't wanna go to war with us
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My niggas be too dangerous
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You don't wanna go to war with these
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You hating my click, well nigga please whooa
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[Magic]
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See I'm sick dog, and I rip your lip off, if I get pissed off
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Or ripped off uh-huh, that's when the shit starts
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I'm vicious, I didn't get all of my shots
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When I bite I lock, and I won't let loose until the bones pop
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And I watch you, until your vital signs stop
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And walk off in the night, with no worries fuck the cops
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This shit is real dog, play with us and watch how many pop up
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In the junk yard scattered round, bodies all chopped up
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If I flip out, I take a quick flight up out the country
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Better ask somebody, Mr. Magic he acts a donkey
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I spit shit that make the average, not stand a chance
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And I keep spitting until the top dogs, know I'm the man
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I'm running you back to the streets, go and hustle the corners
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This time I'm playing for keeps, so I think you wouldn't wanna
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Four c-notes turn to dimes, and dimes turn to ones
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Your pockets is getting young son, so
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[Chorus]
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[Magic]
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Close and personal with the sorrow
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Connected with the, crooked to fire your hips
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Whole nation regretting, that their punishment raised killas
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You forget about having this, the game not fair
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No trusting in one another, when the love not there
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I promise thug life, niggas control this track
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Since you niggas twisted the game, we just twisting it back
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I'm related to hurting, hurting by material praise
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Settle for less, and let the stress make us forget about better days
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Have mercy, these demons wouldn't guide us right
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We come if nobody's trying to make it, to the guiding light
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I'm a victim of living, pay me what you owe and hate
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And let me die, with a smiling face
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Just me and my people thugging forever, we no longer bleed no mo'
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And who so ever approach us, don't wan breathe no mo'
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Give a blessing to every nigga, that held us down
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My people issue in hell right now
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[Chorus]
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[Magic]
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I'm a ridiculous lyricist, you hear the fire in my vocals
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You can't keep up, and oh well got me some more sales
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25 years old, but I'm young and I'm still learning
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This shit just pours outta me, keep the c.d.s burning
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Fuck gold, I'm trying to sell a couple of mill
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If this ain't my year, then somebody is getting killed
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Excuse my anger, but I feel like I'm being cheated
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I won't be denied, I refuse to be defeated
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If we broke we jacking, anything got cash
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If I can't make it in this rap, y'all better kill my ass
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Cause I click off knock your dick off, and leave you stuck out
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If I let you live, then pray nigga cause you been lucked out
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Ahh I abuse you, and the shadow behind you
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Beat you both to death, where they mama she couldn't find you
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And them people that signed you, got to charge it to the game
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Still the same, ain't a thang changed
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[Chorus - 1/2]
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War
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Magic |