Homicide city shit
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Homicide city shit
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Yeah, yeah homicide
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You see the neck lit, fist glitten
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Chain dripping, lane shifting
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Riding dirty, dirty
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Got that thing, know I stay gripping
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Facing life with it or without it. Bitch, it's same difference
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Lames dripping, if it's day or night I'mma bang with it
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Situation's sicking, nigga's broke and they can't fix it
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Dough is all I know, so if you slip it then I can't miss it.
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Ain't mention Sin and broke niggas in the same sentence
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Got the game twisted, mane listen
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Say pimpin, what you pushin?
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Product pumping like a piston
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Hardly getting by
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Or probably getting high off what you pitching
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While we sitting fly tryin' keep it simplified
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Moving like we semper fi
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My niggas is born to ride, y'all niggas get sent to die
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All you do is mention I, general exemplify
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Sin City been gritty, 10-city enterprise
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About to make it 25, utilize my witty mind
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To improvise my goal to reach the
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All-time city high
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You don't want the semi flying nine at your hemi fine
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All you gotta do is send me time you got plenty time
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Mad cause my ones up
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And scared cause my guns bust
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God's mind is divine, I'll shine on you dumbfucks
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Sin never dumb struck
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Dram'in on the ? pumps on any man in the face
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And like sanitation dump trucks
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Dodge magnum ? big enough to slug ?
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Bubble butts job off of the couch and double dutch
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Glock in a double clutch
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You don't want no trouble, trust
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Rug cutter you're jugular
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Promise you your blood'll gush
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Dead smack in front of us
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Get clap dead you front on us
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You back, ledge
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You rats feds can't front on us
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Stack bread like Wonder
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From the winter til the summer come
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Upgrade to made, that's when the Benz's and the Hummers come
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I ain't want a Hummer stunt,
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Act well, I stack well,
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Like Maxwell nigger trying to do a little something, something.
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You've already destroyed it!
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No need to kill it!
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You think he'll let me abuse you with a gun?!
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Not a chance.
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In this world, the man who holds the gun wins!
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The real bad guy's using my way,
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And he's got a gun.
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So don't blame me, all right?
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It's what you've got.
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Drunk Tongue
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| Andrew Kelley |
