| Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga?
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| When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do?
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| I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right?
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| Heh, watch this!
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| Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars!
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| Hahahahaha! |
| Yeah, nigga, time to ride!
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| Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga
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| 'Cause it’s gonna be a long one
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| Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas
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| What it’s like on this side—the real side
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| Now, on this ride there’s gonna be some real motherfuckers
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| And there’s gonna be some pussies
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| Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches
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| The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin'
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| Now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize
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| 'Cause the ride get tricky
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| See, you got some niggas on your side
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| That say they’re your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies
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| And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies
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| But in real life, they eyes is on your money
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| See, the enemies will say they true
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| But in real life, those niggas will be snitches
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| It’s a dirty game, y’all |
| Y’all gotta be careful about who you fuck with
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| And who you don’t fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y’all
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| Keep your mind on your riches, baby
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| Keep your mind on your riches
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| 9−1-1, it’s an emergency, cowards tried to murder me
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| From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me
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| Shit, I’m legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed
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| Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die
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| My mama told me when I was a seed
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| Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free?
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| I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver
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| Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure
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| Thug niggas from everywhere: «Mr. |
| Makaveli
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| Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit» that’s what they tell me
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| So many rumors, but I’m infinite, Immortal Outlaw
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| Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw: you get left
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| And every breath I breathe until the moment I’m deceased
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| Will be another moment ballin' as a G
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| I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally, I live in sin
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| Until the moment that they let me breathe again
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| The hearts of men |
| The hearts of men
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| My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts
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| My guns bust, if you ain’t one of us, it gets worse
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| Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode
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| I’m a homicidal outlaw, and five-o
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| Get your lights on, the fight’s on
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| Tonight’s gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll
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| My own homies say I’m heartless
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| But I’m a G until the day I’m gone, that’s regardless
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| Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I’d rot in jail
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| Paid bail, well, a nigga’s out now
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| Throw up your hands if you thugged out
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| First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out
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| I can be a villain if you let me
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| A motherfucker if you do upset me
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| Tell the cops to come and get me
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| Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again
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| Don’t have no motherfuckin' friends
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| Nigga, look inside the hearts of men
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| In the hearts of men
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| To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states
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| Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch
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| No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand
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| Convinced that this is my year like I’m the chosen man |
| Give me my money and label me as a don
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| If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb
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| I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics
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| As if it’s a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit
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| I’m lost and not knowin'
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| Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin'
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| Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break
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| On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake?
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| What will it take? |
| Give me that bass line, I’m feelin' bomb
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| Death Row, baby, don’t be alarmed
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| The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again
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| Represent, 'cause I’ve been sent, the hearts of men |