[Chorus]
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This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
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This nigga got found on the other side of town
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Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
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Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
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This nigga got popped, this nigga got drowned
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This nigga got found on the other side of town
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Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
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Wit' a whole lotta bullets in his head, in his head
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[Verse 1]
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It was New Year's Eve, I was kickin' it wit' Gangsta
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Fred, outta North Memphis on another ca-per
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Fresh like the D mayne look like we on ki's
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Eyes like a Chinese, we was on some trees
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P's and our Q's, what us true's, niggaz be's, on
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Really from the hood, know a jackin' can happ-on
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Ain't, no surprise when them pistols get to poppin' off
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Ain't, no surprise when them choppers get to choppin' off
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Could be alive once the drama get to hoppin' off
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Whip ya up like cream then mayne, blow ya toppin' off
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Made a left on Chelsea Ave, pulled in to Russell sto'
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See my nigga Boo, conin', on his hustle flow
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[Verse 2]
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My nigga said, he got robbed, young skulls, pulled a jack
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Say he had twelve rocks, and was low, on his cash
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Had a case pendin', so that took, all his stash
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Said he might, have to gon', pull, out the gun and mask
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Ask "where I get the tools?" Eyes lookin' kinda shady
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Smelled liquor on his breath, then he upped, a .380
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Tone to my dome, life flashin', 'cross my eyeballs
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Grabbed for the gun, right before he let a round off
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Fred dropped the beer, of the nine comin' out the sto'
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Shot him in the side, then the fool let the pistol go
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Leakin' like a faucet he done ran off in the night
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For this nigga's death, I was fiendin' like a hype
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[Verse 3]
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It's been seven days, we done caught up wit' the punk
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In the very same spot, duct taped him in the trunk
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In a Grand Marquis, stolen, rental car
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Headed 55-South, then we exit on lamar
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Sucker tried to resist, wanna squash it, nigga please
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Me and Fred threw him in the trunk, bullets in his knees
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I could squeeze, mercy in, but it's, principalities
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Maybe mama can forgive but you did this to me
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Mayne these streets, it can get, real wicked in the south
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Nigga tried to take me out, now my .40's in his mouth
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Blew the back, out his skull, where it dropped, where he lay
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South memphis police found his body very next day
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Nigga Got Popped
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