| Ridin' dirty, got a Ruger in your lap
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| Black suit, 7:30, couple shooters from the trap
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| They done killed the homie brother
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| Whatchu supposed to do with that?
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| Who’s gonna tell his baby mother that her dude ain’t coming back?
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| That kind of pain is hard to put into a rap
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| The block is hot and can’t nobody move a pack
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| When you shooting onsite, you aim the Ruger at his naps
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| Cut his tongue, hog-tie him, things we usually do to rats
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| What? |
| Who gassed you up and threw a match?
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| Don’t want police to line you up and you a match
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| Fool them clowns into thinking you a snack
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| Brought a gun to wash it down and you can drink it through the tap
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| That’s my reaction, now react
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| Now try to picture Malcolm X without the strap
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| If Meth Man could navigate the globe without a map,
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| I could beat the pussy up without a scratch
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| Time ticking teams clicking, it’s a
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| I’m trying to bury about a trillion
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| Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
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| And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water
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| I’m so ignorant, spend it before I make it make it
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| pour salt on my food before I taste it
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| Pour salt in your wounds, right in the basement
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| All of us, statement, one vision
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| Rich dreams
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| Couple scars, I heal quicker than wolverine
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| Population, pink slips, quarter greens
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| Hood millionaires hide when the wolves out
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| Move with security, hold tight to your jewelry
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| That’s my reaction, now react
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| Once your hood pass revoked, you never get it back
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| Benz’s, Bentley’s, nah nigga don’t tempt me
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| Trust I got it on me, I’ma squeeze til it’s empty
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| Lord forgive me, i need that new 550
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| With the cocaine seats, I’m so street
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| And when the police came, we don’t speak
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| From my hood to your hood, ain’t nothin sweet
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| Time ticking teams clicking, it’s a
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| I’m trying to bury about a trillion
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| Meth Lab bitch catch us on ya
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| And when we coming, we be flowing likes it’s water |