In broad daylight get right
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Just been through it all man
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Blood sweat and tears
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*****z is dead and ****
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What the **** else can happen yo?
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We done seen it all, and been through it all yo
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Let y'all *****z know right now
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Word to mother, for real, for real
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That **** is the truth
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I'm not lyin
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I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
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I'm the 'Quiet Storm' ***** who fight rhyme
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P yeah you heard of him but, I ain't concerned with them
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***** I pop more guns than you holdin them
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Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
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Unload ten, in broad daylight, get right
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**** your life hop on my ninety-eight dirt bike
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You try to stop mines from growin, I'll make your blood stop flowin
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Take affirmative action, to any *** if he askin (yeah aight)
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Now here come the mack 10
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You'se a **** blower, tryin to speak the Dunn language
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What the drilly with that though? It ain't bangin
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You hooked on Mobb-phonics Infamous-bonics
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Lyin to the Pop Dog like you got it
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You ain't no wildin out for the night fist thrower
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Rusty shank holder, we live this ****
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'Cause it's the real ****, **** to make em feel **** (the real)
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Lump em in the club ****, have you wildin out when you bump this
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(Hip-hop) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
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Have a ***** OD cause it's never enough
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It's the real ****, **** to make em feel **** (the real)
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Lump em in the club ****, have you wildin out when you bump this
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(Hip-hop) Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
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Have a ***** O-D 'cause it's never enough
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Yo the P rock forty inch cables, drinkin white label
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My chain hang down to my ****, my piece bang glass tables
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Diamonds and guns before the fame Duke
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A ***** like me hold tecs, are you the same too?
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Goin through the emotions, of gun holdin
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Long shotguns down my pants leg limpin
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Killer bee who still livin, even my pops too
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He taught me how to shoot when I was seven (yup)
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I used to bust shots crazy
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I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me (pow)
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I love my pops for that, I love my ***** D-Black
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I'll take the life of anybody tryin to change what's left
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And through all of that a ***** ain't scared of death
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All y'all brand new *****z just scared to death
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I spent too many night sniffin coke, gettin right
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Wastin my life, now I'm tryin to make things right
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Grand open some gates, invest, in Iraq business
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Do things for the kids (the little Dunns)
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Build a jungle gym behind the crib, so they can enjoy youth
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CBR's and VCR's
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ATV's and big screen TV's, ***** please
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Don't make me have to risk my freedom
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We worked our whole life for this, you get your **** beat in
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For real (yo)
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'Cause it's the real ****, **** to make em feel **** (hip-hop)
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Lump em in the club ****, have you wildin out when you bump this
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Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut
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Have a ***** O-D 'cause it's never enough
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It go one, two, three to the fourth
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That ***** P-Double got that ****
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For y'alls peoples to rock to, stirrin up pots of brew
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In hell's kitchen, I chef the impossible
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To serve hot plates all across the unified states
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Sit down and sup with top rap reps
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We the streets that's watchin boy move diligent
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You better walk like a ***** on the tight rope Duke
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Infamous first infantry, first division fourth mission
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First assignment give 'em that **** they been missin
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My new edition's way *****
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Those that listen, get addicted to my diction
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**** rhymes I write prescriptions, for your diseased
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Generic rap's just not potent like P's
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One-thousand one-hundred CC's on the throttle
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I peel off chest naked on Katanas
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Spaghetti head Mobb *****z is full bred
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Fully blown melanin tone, I rock skeleton bone shirts
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And verses, but thirst for worse beats
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So I can put, more product out on the street
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Get respect and love, all across the board
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We've been adored, for keepin it raw, nuttin less or more
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I score everytime for sure
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While the rest of y'all *****z just nil
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(To the real)
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'Cause it's the real ****, **** to make em feel **** (hip-hop)
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Lump em in the club ****, have you wildin out when you bump this
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Drugs to your eard |