| I woke up this morning, took a piss, then brushed my teeth
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| Then I hopped my pimpin' ass in that water
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| Threw on some designer and then I reached for my Patek
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| Put that drip around my neck like a flea collar
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| All I know is gouda, and I stay with protection
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| In case a sucka muthafucka get to flexin'
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| If them fools get in my business and they askin' me questions
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| I ain’t about to do no tellin' or confessin'
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| My grind is aggressive, it ain’t no draggin' my feet
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| It ain’t no pumpin' my brakes, mayne, my family gotta eat
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| I don’t know everything, but I know enough
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| I know it’s sick out here and they’ll call your bluff
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| A daily shooting liable to come outta nowhere
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| In California they don’t play fair
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| They’ll do a walk-by in front day care
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| They’ll use a little baby as a human shield
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| When it comes to gettin' they mans they don’t care who get killed
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| OOOUH!
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| The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies)
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| Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me)
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| Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Watch 'em! |
| BIATCH!
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| You wanna wallow with the hogs, or fly with the eagles?
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| Slow it down and vibe wit' ya people (Ride wit' ya people)
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| He who, moves fast is destined to fall victim
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| To niggas, who was plottin' to catch him slippin'
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| Listen, it’s a whole lotta wisdom being given for free
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| By OG’s that done lived this
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| Hear this, the whole hood full of zombies
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| Walkin' around this bitch tryna take something from me
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| It’s all about the money
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| As I sit back and reminisce on how it done me
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| One minute it’s all good wit' ya potna (Wit' ya potna)
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| The next minute we tryna figure out who shot ya (Who shot ya?)
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| Been the homeboy since day one wit' it
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| Used ride him in the Maybach tinted
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| And that’s different, wonder what happened
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| This nigga played you, I woulda zapped him
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| The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies)
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| Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me)
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| Gotta watch my back (Gotta watch my back, mayne)
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| Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Watch 'em! |
| BIATCH!
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| It’s a different ballgame I’ll have you know
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| Nowadays they don’t care how many niggas you killed 20 years ago
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| They’ll body the body man for some dough
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| Toe-tag the body man that bodied the body man’s toe
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| Surgical gloves — no fingerprints, no evidence
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| Hyenas and baby cubs staking out your residence
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| Ready to get 'em somethin' and turn 'em into skeletons
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| Did they homework, got intel and intelligence
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| It’s murkish, it’s spooky like a Steven Spielberg movie
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| No unity in the community, just funerals, wakes, and eulogies
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| Everybody sick, it’s going around
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| And blind people ain’t the only one with a stick, it’s goin' down
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| Catastrophic conditions, disaster and destruction
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| Makin' the wrong decisions and not reading the instructions’ll
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| Get you caught in a Catch 23, not Catch 22
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| Them 7−6-2's'll go right through you, BIATCH!
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| The streets is cold at night, and full of zombies (Full of zombies)
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| Runnin' from police, they was gettin' on me (Gettin' on me)
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| Gotta watch my back, gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Gotta watch the homies (Gotta watch the homies)
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| Watch 'em! |
| BIATCH!
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| It’s sick out here, mayne
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| I just give it to 'em straight, not fake
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| I don’t trust none of these niggas
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| I’m out here with the crabs in the buckets, walkin' snakes
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| All these niggas do is infiltrate, phone pimp, and hate
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| Jealous ass muthafuckas, two-faceded, backstabbin' ass niggas
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| Lazy muthafuckas ain’t got no morals and respect for their muthafuckin' mama
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| You fuckers! |
| I don’t like none of you niggas
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| Nigga, I could see right through you like Scotch Tape |