Lifestyles of the insane
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East side nigga, I'm the shit, you the shit stain
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I let the boss ring switch lanes
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Not a pretty nigga for it, I got some gang full of peach brains
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And I lay it on so deep
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Turn it up to a broad, heard a pimp nigga broke this
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And I'mma let it to a broke piece
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I think I need my medicine, I had to throw it 'fore this
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Nigga throwing dirty, keep a nigga with a deep pocket
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Dope fiends in the closed casket
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Shopping, steady bringing at the gate, keep locking
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Keep it strapped because that boys keep robbing
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Got me put enough slow, prickling of the cripple, put my pedal to the floor
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Let me count in that dough, looking good like a pro
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Ass sit on nothing but that leather, what you know, how you living nigga?
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Lifestyles of the insane
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Blow the key up, pop a pill, crack a seal, drop a six bang
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Niggas looking for their bee sting
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Their weed, dog food, crack this, niggas with cane
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Think I've lost my new ditch, sipping on the back, break 'em off in the ditch
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Sitting top floor with the chrome and the itch
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Nigga gotta floss that's the cost of this vigil
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
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I'mma pull off slow
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Wake up, moonwalker, night stalker, motherfucking white chalker, might caller
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In the streets put your pants down, tell 'em call a paramedic, nigga, man down
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Ease up with your thugging, get your Gs up
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Never faint, never fall, never fall, never freeze up
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Black ass, black TD, motherfucking dope gang feed us
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How you living nigga?
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Send some peace to my motherfucking home boy
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But hold your tears, ain't right, so fuck this
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You might as well be a dead man in my eyes
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Shoot two, sucker free when I ride, Freddie gang, Freddie Corleone
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Sell your things to the smokers in them mobile home
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I'm tracking back wheel, dirty Styrofoam and a pocket full of stones in my Cadillac chrome
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow, bitch
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Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Brother with the mask put them hoes on the floor
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I'mma pull off slow, I'mma pull off slow
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Nigga pain dripping from my Cadillac, though
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I'mma pull off slow
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Eastside Moonwalker
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Freddie Gibbs |