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Y'all don't want, beef
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No y'all don't want, that
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Get caught up in these streets
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Get shot up by them heats
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[Krumbsnatcha]
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Word to my cousin, the truth and no lie
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Me and my dawg was in his brand new Land, puffin on lye
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Tameka came by, glossy-eyed as she cried
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Lil' Jay got sprayed with a chrome four-five
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That's my motherfuckin man, get in the Land
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Head to the rest, grab vests, switch whips to the Caravan
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I heard an ambulance right up the block
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Plus more shots, the shit's gettin hot, pull up and park
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by the back, pass the gat, hit the lights and lay back
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Hold up, now roll up, yo where them niggaz at?
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I know one of them cats from the projects with Jay
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The first nigga move I'ma pull this gun, spray
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No de-lay, we stay night to fuckin dawn
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It's on, my head spinnin, feelin my cheeks get warm
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Tears drip as I stepped out the whip
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Slipped a clip, had to get hit, uh-uh that's that bullshit
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[Krumbsnatcha]
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Yo I can't believe my man since 3rd grade got sprayed
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Bullet laced as he laid, chokin up blood with no aid
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Made money for the purpose of his daughter
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Victim of an unmerciful slaughter - explain harder
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or don't bother, I'ma heat yo' ass like lava
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Identified was that tinted gray Chevy Impala
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Fleein the scene, as the back tires screamed
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Now for them my man {?}, ruined his whole dream
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of playin ball pro, bitch that's how it go
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You let me know, I'll hit your whole fuckin team with the metal
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Mental struggle got my hand under the bubble
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Tryin to blow steam and leave the scene blood puddles
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Snakes (whattup nigga?) These niggaz ain't explainin
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(Well fuck it then) It's time for some gestratin
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Hit him in the worthless shell he came in
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Murder is a sin, but it's worse him dyin on revenge
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And I ain't havin it
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[Krumbsnatcha]
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I ain't havin it, reached in the bubble and grabbed it
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Automatic cocked back and squeezed through his Polo fabric
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Nigga duckin and runnin, irrationally gunnin
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Thinkin to myself, do I gotta hit someone
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Then I heard shots from a back route
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Fired back out, got shot, dropped and blacked out
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Put in a clap out, didn't map out or act out the plans
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Now I'm consciously layin while bullets is sprayin the Caravan
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We can't lose, I hear shotguns then 22's
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Left arm booze, or blood soaked through my Adidas shoes
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Heavy breathin, a lot of bleedin
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Bitches screamin, put over on my good shoulder, started squeezin
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out the back window, she gave the wrong info
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Suddenly crashed into a Pinto
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Hopped out, flew through the back yard, word to God
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It's on and I felt the gat slip through my palm
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Kept runnin, hopped the fence, hopin that I didn't leave prints
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Spotted a black Ac' parked with dark tints
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Broke the passenger's side, hotwired the wide and slide
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Another unsolved homicide
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Beef
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Pete Rock |