Feat Nic & Willie Hendrix
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[Chorus]
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Niggers saying they 'bout the lie
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When it's time to run down, the niggers are running high
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'cause all the niggers proud they on a nigger
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They on a nigger, they on a nigger, they on a nigger
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Nigger, stop playing in the gang,
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I'm shooting for a birdie
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No, you heard me, it's an emergency,
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But the money, you know me,
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I'm tucking in early, like Burk Bluereek,
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Give them something to read!
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I'm for by six, these niggers pee, I, eat 'till he DIE,
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Niggers know me, but they show me DOG,
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In my clothes, they may open up,
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Nigger that ain't so tough
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I see through the enemy bluff
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Niggers don't be,
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But they don't know my energy of.
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Came with that thing, now they sending me cuffs.
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Judge talking numbers, and the sinners be tough.
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But these niggers wonder why I become a
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Mark to pretend a shark
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Leading and going under.
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Darkness, 'cause in the dark only the young go
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Showing the line of dark
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Living with no heart
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So don't get lid up,
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'cause niggers these days
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Go around getting hit up.
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take them for a ride,
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Now we got them for a trip for
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Talking that fly,
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Like a fly get zipped
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A little pressure is off the clock
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What a nigger want or whatever
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They got us hopping up and on that phone.
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Niggers talking guns, but none of these niggers
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Own a trigger, we want t all for a cause.
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'cause they all want it, nigger!
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Move. Niggers try but get it confused
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You gotta make a few examples,
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Gotta make these fools the tools
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'cause you ain't got shit to lose.
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fall of a dynasty, not in my prophecy,
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Reaching this luxury, come with the territory,
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I feel God's glory. But it's so ..
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Picking up the sent and teaching these guys a lesson
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Nothing but spit and drums, when we spraying,
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I had them begging for mercy, I cut his hands
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Hand guns and Tommy guns, this shit is wild
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Come here from my chicken days, I set it off, with style
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Ridding with Suzie, rolling until she ...
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Niggers ain't willing to feel, just let a deal pickle
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With no omission. Child, please, they using red beans
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Sitting in their liv', the state sicking the police
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These niggers ain't sport like me, I cut a half peace, smoke it to them face
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Then my problems evaporate, disappear like Harry Houdini,
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Three wishes, is when you see me, I am the Death Genie,
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This is a real nigger shit, I'm telling you,
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My niggers tell me even when it's Timbuktu,
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Don't name them bullies, even when they aim at you
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Abide it by it, ain't no nigger say a fool
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[Chorus]
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Bout Dat Life
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