[Hook: Mavado]
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I got my gun on me
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I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely
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Fucking streets on me
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That's right – Jamaicans'll murder your family
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Fuck what happens tonight
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Fuck what happens tonight
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Fuck what happens tonight
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I got my gun on me
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[Verse 1: French Montana]
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It was murder she wrote… your name in blood
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When the love gone, your eyes diluted full of blood
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Six cars full of gold, six blocks heard the boom
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Dreadlocks, middle of June, headshots, get tombed
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Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone
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She want it all, die alone
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There's a going on nobody safe from
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Now we talking to the judge when your day come
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Like ”it was hard not to kill these niggas”
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It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas
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Eight figures, need the eight story mansion
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While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing
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Diluted with blood in my eyes
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Like stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive
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Nigga…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
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Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight
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Put it on Mom with that clip on my back, and I loaded it twice
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Just a call away, my niggas is ready no matter the price
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Playing with mine, you niggas ccan get it, including your wife
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Isn't life a ma'fucka?
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Since 17, that pistol been my blood brother
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Sleeping with that lethal weapon playing Danny Glover
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AK40, own a hundred if we talking numbers
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Riders fucking with mobsters
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Niggas want beef? Turn ‘em to pasta
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Load up the clip, shoot up your mobster
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“Bang, bang!” bless ‘em father
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Passed beside him, rest aside a lake
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That's swimming with snakes inside
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And look in my eyes, I hate disguises
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Knife or gun, I compromise it
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Oh Lord… I'mma ride on my enemies
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If I die tonight I bet them gangsters ‘member me
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Nigga, 'til then…
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[Hook]
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[Verse 4: Snoop Dogg]
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From the depths of the sea, back to the block
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With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc
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Kick talk nonstop – “blocka, blocka!” bloodclot
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Don't test the lion 'cause you'll get dropped on the spot
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Lick shots, drip drop on soil – hot hot 'til it boil
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To this Crip shit I'm loyal…
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Dip with us, ride with us, fly with us, slip with us
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Sick with us, sing with us, bad little bitch wanna get with us
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She like the French tip nails that I wear
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And I'm so pimped out, the dreads in my hair
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You got who? Now the truth is to dare
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Blue bandana, it's me and Montana
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Had to drop a Caddy, with Tanisha, Alicia, Keisha, Savannah
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Nicknames for my blammer
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[Hook]
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[Verse 5: Scarface]
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The smell of blood in the bathroom
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Body laid out stiff, all the stab wounds
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I told this nigga I was comin' back
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Pussy must not of heard me when I told him that
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Nigga, it's eye for an eye
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A life for a life – a body for a price
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I wanna smell his last breath took
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And look him in his eyes
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And make sure he knows how death looks
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‘Cause I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it
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Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing
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Overkilling, it's ain't not coming back from it
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Then walk away with a demeanor like I just done it
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Something evil this way cometh
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For big face hundreds, this bitch gets punished
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[Hook]
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Fuck What Happen Tonight
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French Montana |