Sound session
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A hunger pain that make nigga hateful
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That's why you can't bring bread with the ungrateful
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He can't look in your eyes and he can't face you
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Wait for them to try, he can't wait you
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I rather die out here just to ??
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I had from nine to five I'm so based too
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I beat the shit out of niggas, I got a case too
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And when I eat, I miss your everybody A2
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only God could judge us, only niggas can do us rich
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They probably underestimate you
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but still fuck how he gonna feel, (f*ck you know the deal)
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the last supper is three ?? meal
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All I see it's G's (seeing ..)
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???
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Money from the street (money from the live, money)
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Run out for pop like the nigga fan
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run out to bed like the nigga go
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Fuck you nigga I ain't studder fuck you
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ain't studder but the gun is studder
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ratatatatat motherfucker
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Lord niggas respect Elvis,
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those pretty bitchs that got you down like the sale
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Blond go, next coop ..in Picasso
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???
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I let a hundred on the '
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??? Jesus it's able
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Looking at .. nothing but ..breaths in my table
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My steady conversations
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Don't let the devil touch it
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Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper
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Walk in the water we're baking soda to get my cake up
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Breaking devil for these bees, don't be God saviors
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Looking all I see it's G's at the table
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Looking all I see it's Gs at the table
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G tell she got a hustle like Russel
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Burn as right, your face, your need
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Never need it a muscle, 16 in the glock and spend those for the tussle
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16 at the cop, don't let the motherfucker cuff
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LA we shut down, New York gonna cut
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When the last time you've been to church, nigga we don't trust you
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Like the base in front line , nigga we a ..
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Laughing over your body
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We the one to look up to,
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Father figures, we raise guns
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pull all the triggers, they be sitting in birds
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We'll be all in ' all you niggas,
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When it's time to ride, we in that colors smug it up
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We real gangstas, we each one we just to cover up
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real world knock out king, tell em to knuckle up
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We ride from California, nigga so buckle up
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we got a team full of killers when we hudle up,
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Anybody its everywhere, corners brng the shuddle bust
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niggas gotta fuck fuck with us, knock me f*ck you up
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They just get into bust drivin' with the upple cut
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His barrels, ??
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ain't nobody spoting us
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Drama with the forth bus
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I make you nigga ordained up
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Bad boys always cut it with an extra pot
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Like an ..5 niggas
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'five nigga still rolling out
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We got grenades just .. is just a tuck
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We automatic start, gonna press a lot
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??? Jesus is able
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Looking in ' nothing but .. in my stable
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.. conversations, don't let the devil touch you
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Nothing but Jesus around the table for the last supper
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Walk in the water we're baking soda to get my cake up
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Breaking ' for these thieves, soaping God saviors
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Looking all I see is G .. at the table
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Looking all I see iis G .. at the table
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Thanks to garbo for correcting these lyrics
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Last Supper (ft. Jadakiss, Styles P & AR)
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The Game |