Feat. Twelve'Len & Ridah Redd
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Hood up, hard body, I ball like a warrior,
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The Lord is my guardian, set me forth for my calling
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I'm dialing up the office, crying up the office,
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Filing, fine, niggers try to fine me off
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Temptation keep them patient 'till they faking ...
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We call it the ultimate penetration, coke in your ventilation
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Raw in the underdog, living like us the synagogue,
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Like, fuck the law, read my rights to the law
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Different rounds to the morgue, and turn my knife to a sword.
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I go down fighting for yours, torn in my gutter,
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I know my niggers is watching me loading up for them
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No doubt, but it ain't no fit, come and cross me
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It's just a life, what the matter?
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[Chorus]
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Life will get me, as I said.
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Shit, he has one sword, he's on the edge
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Last I saw, he either is lawless
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Lock the top and squeeze it, I right here
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No one down, I wish I don't
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Wish I don't
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Real nigger. The only thing we used to is the field, nigger
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We trench those down, all I hang around, lets torch a field, niggers
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Dirty niggers, type of crowd that would kill niggers
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Making money, we scramble shit
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Towed around a bunch of steel, nigger.
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But those of you who know me, know i keep my circle tight
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If the bitch got over, by it
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I'm fucking with her, show you right,
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For being low key, don't approach me,
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Don't know who you are, I'm a superstar, I shoot the car.
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You can call me a shooting star
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Make a wish, you take a risk, you take a trip down to Palm Beach
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Who's plate is this? I'm taking it!
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Survival time, you know it's concrete. You gonna rob, who?
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Not me! A G keep that in our reach, you want beef,
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Only strong survive this shit. We gonna eat.
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Got an armored truck with goons coming to the block
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I'm so near you, I'm sincere when it come to this G shit.
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No creep shit, he'll do, it ain't no secret on how we move
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You can't teach this, but people break the rules without a reason
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Middle finger to them people!
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[Chorus]
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Got that bitch fucked up, she explode.
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Starring up the barrel of a left...
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See, my name be Fah, in my religion it be eye for an eye
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Harmonize on that pussy, then gratify
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Standing over the target, then watch them die
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The switch is got my name, Gallore
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West Africans consider this bye ballore
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Middle fingers are screaming fuck the North
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South side be the side, bitch, I hold.
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[Chorus]
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Godson
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