(Hook)
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In the land of the killing
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Better say your prayers tonight
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Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
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And to top it off I gotta watch my back
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Cause these niggas wanna act up
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Should I fight or should I run?
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Should I hide or get my gun?
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I can't decide
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[Verse 1]
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Now see, Tyrone does whatever his homies do
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Just the dope hes doin'
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Deep in his mind he knows he's cool
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He's ditchin' class cause he feels like he don't belong in school
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Momma always yellin' out, Damn Tyrone, what's wrong with you!
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He wanna show the world he grew in some balls
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Abusin' the law, 8 weeks in juvenile hall
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This dude is the cause of a lot of shit
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Don't know where is father went
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Never had no confidence, resortin' to poppin' clips
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His homies thought that they were violent assassins
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They said, come on tyrone, its time to get active
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We gon' roll up on this nigga
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Real silent and passive
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Then you pull out the 9 and then blast him
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We gon' roll to his crib
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Be careful shootin' so you don't hit the kids
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You down fo' it?
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Tyrone said, "You know what it is"
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So they roll up, about to retaliate on this busta
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"POP POP" (Bitch ass muthafucka)
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[Hook]
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In the land of the killing
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Better say your prayers tonight
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Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
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And to top it off I gotta watch my back
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Cause these niggas wanna act up
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Should I fight or should I run?
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Should I hide or get my gunnnnnn?
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I CAN'T DECIDE
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[Verse 2]
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Tyrones big ballin'
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Gettin the dough
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Fuck bitches and hoes
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Still rippin the 4's
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Walk with his fist clinched he was itching to blow
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Shit, and all the local neighborhood niggas would know
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Its like he was born to fit the streets
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Never had no chicken feet
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Walked up to the local liquor store to get a swisher sweet
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Before he walked in some dudes was like
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"Aye Nigga...POP POP POP, we dont play nigga"
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They just shot him when his lives undone
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The man inside the liquor store dialed 911
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And at the same time he's strugglin' tryin' to find someone
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Screamin "HELP HELP, STAY ALIVE YOUNG SON!"
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The boys gunna die and he knows that
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A bullet went through his skull cap
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He's barely breathing
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And both of his eyes balls have rolled back
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Oh crap the people who witnessed it can't believe it yo
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Maybe it's linked to the drive by he did a week ago
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[Hook]
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In the land of the killing
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Better say your prayers tonight
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Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
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And to top it off I gotta watch my back
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Cause these niggas wanna act up
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Should I fight or should I run?
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Should I hide or get my gun?
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I can't decide
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[Verse 3]
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Tyrone's dead, all over some dumb shit
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His homies dont know who did it
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They just got assumptions
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Ready to whall out
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With a sinister function
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And drive by on some bitch niggas and dump clips
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And OG was like "fuck it he's dead now
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So open up the 40 and take a sip and pour the rest out
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Yall got me stressed now
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Shit yall need to chill out
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Cause everytime some shit be poppin off yall pull the steel out"
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One of the younger homies was like
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"Fuck that, we gon' tug gats and bust back, trust that"
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The OG was like
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"Man Yall don't need to be out here bustin slugs
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Yall dont even know who the fuck it was
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Yall fucking bugs
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Yall gunna be dead taking this violent route
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You little niggas always whilin out
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You need to getcha shit straight and understand whatcha life about
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Cause if a bullet hit your ass believe your lights is out."
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The younger homie like "Nigga, you dont run these streets
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You ain't never been no fucking G
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If I wanna bust my heat it's up to me
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And I know them niggas that killed T
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Are the same niggas that we hit up the other week"
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Another homie like "Naaah they ain't get back for that
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Cause that's them niggas pulling up in the Cadilla-POP POP POP....POP
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[Hook]
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In the land of the killing
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Better say your prayers tonight
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Amen, its hard enough trynna survive
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And to top it off I gotta watch my back
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Cause these niggas wanna act up
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Should I fight or should I run?
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Should I hide or get my gun?
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I can't dec |