| Without love
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| Lost in the darkness
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| Without love
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| Looking for light
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| Without love
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| Everlasting night
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| Without love
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| Ayy, look, ayy
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| Should I serve him, should I rob him? |
| (I don’t know)
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| You know the plug (what?), always gave me problems (take 'em down Maxo)
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| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him? |
| (should you what?)
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| Pop his top (boom), medulla oblongata, yeah (pow pow, bang, boom)
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| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him, yeah (who?)
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| Oh the plug (hey), he always give me problems (I don’t know, ayy)
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| Serve him a what (yeah), rob him for that (ayy, Maxo)
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| Serve him for that (Maxo, Maxo), yeah
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| Mama told me (what?), Maxo you a heathen (bitch you bad)
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| On the corner (what?), crippin' with them demons, yeah (crip)
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| Triple double (what?), never double teamin', ayy (two three)
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| Brocolli lettuce (what?), trappin' like a vegan (damn)
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| I call the plug (hello?), but he don’t wanna pick up (pick up bitch)
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| I’m not a bug (nah), bitch I’m tryna pick up, ayy (real)
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| Stash of drugs in the F-150 pickup, ayy (yroom)
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| Sippin' mud (yeah), bitch I got the hiccups, whoa (hiccup)
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| Watch me make a play from my tub like a reverend
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| Watch me stick a pussy nigga up like a tampon (Maxo)
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| I was thirteen when I caught my fifty-two (crip)
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| Pourin' whole things in the crip Mountain Dew, ayy (yeah)
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| Big homie, I don’t fuck with new crips (hell nah)
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| Catch me groovin', like five holdin' two fifths, ayy (five deuce, yeah)
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| Should I serve him, should I rob him? |
| (I don’t know)
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| You know the plug (what?), always gave me problems (uh-huh)
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| Maxo bring the lean, Greedo bring the green
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| Hanging like some oranges and some grapes, bring down with a leaf
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| Plug for the drugs, hit the kitchen if you whip it up
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| Bring it back, bring it back, while receive the pack
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| Green from the Bay, the Yay Area, like where I’m at
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| Fiends where I stay, skate across the map, hit the H-Town
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| Maxo got the strap, rounds loaded, don’t get clapped
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| Greedo got the MAC, cheese on niggas scalp, ooh
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| Peel off like a scab, low-lows ain’t the swag
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| Foreign do the dash, purple in my rag
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| All I blew is cash, pop a xan and stash
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| Pop a xan a batch, lost him in a flash
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| Should I rob him, should I serve him?
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| Fuck it, I just popped him, now I’m swervin'
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| Me and my bitches cock it for that lurker
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| Can’t be no accomplice to a murder, ayy
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| Should I rob him, should I serve him?
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| Should I rob him, should I serve him?
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| Should I rob him, should I serve him?
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| Should I rob him, should I serve him?
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| Ayy, look, ayy
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| Should I serve him, should I rob him?
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| You know the plug, always gave me problems
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| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him?
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| Pop his top, medulla oblongata, yeah
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| Should I serve 'em, should I rob him, yeah
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| Oh the plug, he always give me problems
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| Serve him a what, rob him for that
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| Serve him for that, yeah |