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This it nigga, this that one lick nigga now look
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We finna go, up in this motherfucking house
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And we gon come out rich, or we ain't coming out at all
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Y'all niggaz with this mayn, what's up mayn
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Y'all niggaz ready to ball mayn, (hell yeah nigga)
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Well come on let's do this shit, let's get this motherfucker
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On the count of three nigga, one...two...three
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Everybo- get the get the fuck on the flo', shut up bitch
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[Lil' O:]
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My battle plan kicks down do's, like battle rams
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Release slugs to fake thugs, dismantle man
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Attitude nothing to lose, the result a lack of ends
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We did them Puerto Ricans real rough, they house in ten
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We having thangs to pass, and wet panties now hold the hundreds
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No dreaming all them balling, the definition of hustling
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No Robitussin, straight bar Promethazyne
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No more fucked up Cutlass, bubble Lexus sitting on 19's
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Clutching Italian weapons, rapid fire on em I guess
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Can't be no half stepping, everybody got brand new less
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Got me a new connection, when I hit him he call right back
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Sort out the Southside session, bust necks and talons gon fly at em
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Man we scoring thirty, don't judge the way that we came up nigga the game's dirty
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And plus my morals are fucked up, and then my mouth's hungry
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And then nobody gave a fuck, when I dressed bummy
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Now they all on me, they all on me
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[Hook:]
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Will I win, I'm stacking mail but will it end
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My life revolves, around the seven sins
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The jealousy is envy, ain't no motherfucking friends
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The lust and the greed, be the pussy and them ends
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Just look at blood me, will it finally do me in
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And fucking with my pride, you'll feel the wrath I'll get revenge
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Will I win-will I win, will I win-will I win-will I win
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For them ends-for them ends, for them ends
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[Lil' O:]
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The Devil's penetrated, to this game I'm dedicated
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And I never hesitated, pay the bills I'm obligated
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But my life's still complicated, the only way I'll make it is staying high and intoxicated
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Till my body's, devastated
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My own niggaz hate it, cause I got them O's G's
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And like I did they pride, to get my O-Z's cheddar and my ki's
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They tried to set me up, wet me up on South Main
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Niggaz started running up, I felt it coming like a nut
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So I grab my gat and start to bust, like nigga what
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Lil' O peeled like Versacci, you hoes got me fucked up
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I'm blasting, I ducked my head I hit the gas I'm mashing
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Then grabbed the cellular, started calling Miles Hanson
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Imagine we been cool, since High School hallways
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Now these same fools, aiming slugs at my bald fade
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But the seven sins, turn friends to foes
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Like ladies into hoes, the Devil's got our soul
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And we done lost control, an who would ever know
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That I would aim for foes, and boys I call my bros
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Until they eyes were closed, but nigga love don't live here no mo'
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If you niggaz wanna war, I'll take your ass to war
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[Hook]
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[Lil' O:]
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I guess there can only be one Don, like horns and unicorns
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The killers that smoke wet, with mask and uniforms
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Kick down your do' at night, watching you fucking your baby's mom
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And chop you up lovely, for thinking that you the bomb
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We was wrong, more of that money split up friends
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My heart strong, we've got to stay family till the end
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Now it's gone, but I still I keep my money and fame
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But still I mourn, cause wasn't worth this heartache and pain
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It left a strain on my brain, for several days I cried
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Cause when I said the love was gone, deep in my heart I lied
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But I still did it, only the strong survive
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I gotta deal with it, when you war you kill or you die
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I hit the freeway high, thinking when we jacked them Ricans
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And thanked the Lord for their ki's, and they Benjamin Franklin's
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But it was really saying, a master plan under cover
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We jack to keep our family strong, and ended up killing eachother
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[Hook:]
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Seven
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Lil' O |