Yeah most...shit, I ain't talking touchdown nigger
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I got a story to tell
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Little Teddy was a money getter
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Pretty boy honey hitter
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Nigger out in work you could tell by his scars
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Baps witness with bars gave his enemies odds
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Stand up nigger yeah he's guilty as charged
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Red regulate, been running round with papi
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Up town since 88
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He died about the feds, 99 for pushing heavy weight
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A lot of us out of love for heavy man
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The end of the man, all eyes on him that's the end of the gate
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Bullets hit I'll be hitting head with Giuseppe
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Pussy yellow tape you watch it from the fire escape
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Came on outside, no man is safe from
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Can't go next to him, know when he betrays her
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If you're looking history you know where his trades were
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He pour whenever rain come
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Thought as far his brain was
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Hopping out the car for me
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Greeting when he came up
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He passed at the game all the sudden felt the strain numb
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Shot shaking on the floor like where the fuck that came from
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Should've did the knowledge when sitting this part of the game son
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Off course staring at the sky with your brains numb
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Sees a hash reality but that's the only outcome
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Cold Corner
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