Chorus: Final Chapter
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Is you a real or a fake nigga
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Get caught and run ya trap to the jake niggas
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Tryin to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
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When shit get sweet, this click we can taste it
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{Final Chapter}
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Ain't nuthin worse than a snake on a daily basis
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The words that test, my job to the shit is trying to ace it
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Pissin on this shitty pavement, beef is snare
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Cock back scream what, then face it
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Real niggas make it, while bitch niggas fake it
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Sippin henicee, on the rocks and never O.J. to chase it
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My click take niggas back like Jane Close in Acin'
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Feelin for niggas who stomach hurtin', never ate shit
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Final Chapter, want ya niggas to sleep
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Cuz we be comin up this hill, and this hill is steep
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I spit hard to make it tougher for ya clowns to eat
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Thugged out, my niggas lay it down in the streets
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Pound to wheat, from overseas, from L.F.C.
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Home of the legends, plus missions beats
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For this tale to decrease, y'all all turn sucka
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We fly O.T., with fire brain in our chucka
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{Noreaga}
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Yo I was told by 3 wise men, you gotta get dough times ten
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And when ya mula correct, aiyo the dough straight just
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flow down to ya neck
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Get ya cash up, cuz some time you pass ass up
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Get ya dough right, I knew you were gonna fuck with a slut
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My flow is in and out, and out and in
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No doubt, make ya niggas say ouch again
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And the shit mine, get my journal's a spit shine
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Stay hard, plus a nigga hit hard tard
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If I ain't in Iraq, then I'm right in the marge
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Tao-tao-tao, like the Flipmode Squad
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Nigga hop my shit, so when you cop my shit
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You got a shotgun? Nigga gonna cop my shit
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Yeah my name papi, but I ain't poppin shit
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Straight knock you out, like the Rocky shit
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While ya cornballs nigga, straight coppin shit
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Chorus: Final Chapter {modified}
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Is you a real or a fake nigga?
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Get caught and run ya track to the jakes niggas
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Trying to turn a benjamin into a 8 figga
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When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
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Embrace niggas
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To the death, we be livin it up
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All my niggas who ain't givin a fuck
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Cop ya shit and bust
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Don't look here, if you hate nigga
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When shit gets sweet, this click we can taste niggas
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Embrace niggas
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{Final Chapter}
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It's been a while comin, fullback endzone with me
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Times is paper, gotta make moves slowly
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Things changin, prepare for the occasion
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School face only, slanted eyes like a Masian
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You ain't amazin me, or facin me
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Give them 2 weeks, I hope fiends are blazin key
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And when you flash ya cards, you never surprise us
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Y'all like deetechs, need better disguises
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Word from the wises, get dough, break bread
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Catch me with a virgin that strictly give head
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And when there's somethin on my mind, then it quickly get said
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Freestyle, M.O.B., nigga voi p now
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Thugged voice, first choice, ya clowns is secondary
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Still full of couple things short like February
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From Iraq to P.R., the world is ours
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We are, Final Chapter, thugged out, we'll see ya
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Chorus #2
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Real or Fake Niggas
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Noreaga |