[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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Rumors that were said, shot in cold blood
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Two up in my head, can't talk phone bugged
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Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin'
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I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets
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I keep my ears to the streets
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And I ain't scared of police
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Lord knows that I got various beefs
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So could you pray for the week
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You know the rules play on the sheet
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So we hustle everyday of the week
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That's why we fuck up all the paper we see
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We hit the clubs, fuckin ladies for free
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Getting drunk, off and hazin' the V
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And every couple days we get sweeped
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Around the clock we bumpin' and clickin'
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You gotta watch cause when they come they be blitzin'
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[Chorus: Jim Jones]
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Now this is for my homies and my thugs
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One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
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You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
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I'm a ghetto nigga for life
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The streets is in my blood (DIPSET!)
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Now this is for my homies and my thugs
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One million in the truck, and the chrome full of sluts (Fully Automatic!)
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You fuckin phonies you'll get plugged (Boom!..Bang!)
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I'm a ghetto nigga for life
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The streets is in my blood (BYRDGANG!)
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[Verse 2: Fatal Hussein]
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Ya niggaz dyin', while you other niggaz is hidin'
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Might be strapped, but you runnin' and ain't ridin'
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So I'm slidin' to the place down the hill
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Where the homies is murda and when its poppin' down to kill
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On the real
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The only way a motherfucker try to survive
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Is knowin' that he 'bout to die, and ride
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I told Face he was the realest in the game
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And he smiled and told me 'Pac was the realest that they came
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In the jungle, I walk like I'm the king of the beasts
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So when you duck huntin', keep movin' cause I'm swingin' the heat
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I might go out of town, move fakin' is none of that
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And never leave up out the hood, the way I can't come back
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Fuck that
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Hussein in the street game frame
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Life is a struggle, so with the heat take aim
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I'm ghetto, don't ever think I'm him its not me
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Cuz I love this motherfucker like pills in a hot tea
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3: 40 Cal]
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Why ya act like I'm new to this?
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Mack to the uzi clip
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When it comes to beef, we all packed like Luis Rich
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Battlin' is ludacris, half of ya uterus
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Matter fact, Jimmy, pass me the "Kufi List"
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What you think niggaz got goons for?
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The mass menace at ya door like a costume ball (hello)
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My flow is like when you throw a 'Pac tune on
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The only time you get tax is when you cop new 'gords, dog
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I make it happen with no sarcasm
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So it ain't the station wagon, when you see me dodge magnums (get it?)
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If I don't hit you when the clip fills
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Like the show off the blind date, ya know the fifth will
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Break niggaz like big bills, when it peels
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Sit still, shit's real, listen you a kid's meal
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And I eat those, reload, heat blown
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Keep those kilos, cause we go beast mode
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[Chorus]
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Tupac Joint
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