"Yo whats up man? Yeah I gotta trunk fulla this shit
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Word, broads still with me man, comin over to grapevine right now
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Yo I can't talk right now man, I gotta get off this phone"
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Damn, how'd I get into this scam
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Roll in a car with the trunk worth 5000 grand
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I came up from the curb, word
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First thing it rocks, now my ride's packin crazy birds
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I gotta freak in the front seat
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She got crazy game, might even have more than me
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And thats why I don't trust, I ain't no busta
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One wrong move and I'll dust her
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But she knows that, keeps a gat
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Works much plastic, always stays on phat
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She said she loves me
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Looks deep in my eyes, sometimes cries, all lies
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She only loves my cash flow, long dough
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The falso love of a pimp and a hoe
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But me and her gotta job to do
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Get this luggage back to the crew
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She got scanner, I hadta listen to the pigs talk
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And if they speakin about us then its jumpin off
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But I ain't sweatin them at all
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2 cops'll roll up and 2 cops'll fall
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The lines on the highway, I'm makin my mind drift away
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To my last jail stay
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5 years for a 459
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I'm never goin back, no matter what the crime
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Surrenderin ain't me
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Fuck that, I'm holdin court in the street G
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For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce
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My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs
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Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger
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Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger
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Some nights I crash clubs
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Rollin with the posse made of well-known thugs
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Cool out with the freaks
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Truckin much jewels, beggin for beef
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Thens some niggaz roll up
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Lookin for a way to pump the reps up
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But I ain't the one
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I'm handin out beat downs, no need for guns
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Sometimes I gotta ask myself
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Is all this buck whylin good for a niggaz health?
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I don't know why
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Am I suicidal, do I wanna die?
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The answerin, simple
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A headache throbs in my temple
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It says it ain't fair, it says it ain't right
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It says its goin down tonight
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We finally made it to the drop spot
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King and Weston Ave, snoody fox
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The posse was there, but it ain't right
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Fuckin police lights
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Its all goin down that road blocks
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I never seen that many cops
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It was a setup, my whole damn crew's gettin wet up
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Big time, some motherfucker dropped a dime
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But even in the flurry of gun shots
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My adrenaline was boilin hot
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I crash down on the floor of the ride
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Punch the gas, drove that benz through they punk ass
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Hit Vernor doin 90
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Looked in the rear-view, no one behind me
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I got on the phone
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Called up the homies to see what went wrong
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But no time to sweat that
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I still gotta trunk fulla shit, I was on phat
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I just need a cool place to hide
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Dumped the benzo, slammed the G ride
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Me and a freak hit a motel crash spot
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The streets was hot
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Rubbed me down, said she adored me
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Said the gunfire made her horny
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The she pushed me back on the bed
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Licked me head to toe, toe to head
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Then I closed my eyes real slowly
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Is this love? No not me
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Then I felt a pain in my chest
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The smell of gun powder and burnt flesh
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I looked in her face, opened my mouth
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And then her badge came out
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Addicted To Danger
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