Mnn
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Man, uh
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Shit stay happen
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Ya know
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Its crazy dog
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Its off the hook
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But you know
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Real niggas survive
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No regardless
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Them heartless
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Who is this I see, comin' through, its like 3
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On the a.m., I'ma rob this nigga
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An when I'm done, I'ma slay him
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For bein' stupid like, comin' through after 1 or 2
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And havin' a gun that he couldn't get to
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Yeah, that one'll do
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Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em
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Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em
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Like Jigga said, niggas test you
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When your gun goes warm
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So I keep 'em scattering
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Like roaches, when the light turns off
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From night to dawn
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Right from wrong
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Hope no way
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3-57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight
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Settin' all you bitches straight (what)
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Squashin' all beefs
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To the point where the police
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Be blockin' all streets
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Got me trapped up in the building
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But you know how that go
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I stay fucking with the hood rats
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And I run up in the rab hole
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Run through the hallway
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See police, face to face
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And bein' I'm tellin' you this story
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Means I caught another case
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Its either you or me
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And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me
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Aiight? Feel me O
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Day 2 of the saga
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This fuckin' drama continues
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Wakin' up like every 2 hours, lookin' out my window
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Plus I keep the 4-4 pointed at the door
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Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them
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And I'm gunnin' for the face
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"What a waste of potential" is what my teachers used to tell me
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"You can always get a job" and cheap shit they tried to sell me
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Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game
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But now I got a name, and niggas know my name
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Knock of the door "police, we lookin' for a man
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Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand"
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I play like a bitch "Its just me here, and I'm not dressed
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And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest"
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That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city
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Cuz I know I'm hotter than lave, I'm holla the mouth
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Got my dog on the horn, he like
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"Fuck, you done did it
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They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid" [dial tone]
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Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
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Murder's on my mind, no half steppin'
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Motherfuckers want war, you can get it,
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Cuz I'm tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin'
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Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
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Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest
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They can keep theirs, cuz it won't be the slugs that'll kill 'em
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It'll be the raw of the C-4 as I'm bringin' down the building
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When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me
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I ain't sittin around
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waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me
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I bring it to 'em, service with a smile
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What nigga? Didn't know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga?
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Now that you finally findin' out what this shit means
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I'm at the precinct, 116th
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Run up in there
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Open up my jacket "You muthafuckers lookin' for me?"
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Well here I am "Now you comin' with me"
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(Explosion)
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Man, that shit is crazy baby
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Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it
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Its off the hook y'all
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Crime Story
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