| Niggas out there jealous 'cause we be bailin' with Death Row
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| They try to playa hate, but they can’t fade us though
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| We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
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| With that funky sound (so funky)
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| We be throwin' down
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| This goes out to you, playa
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| You know, you know who you are
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| Are you confused?
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| You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside the shoes
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| Of a nigga who don’t have a thing to lose?
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| When me and you was homies
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| No one informed me it was all a scheme
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| You infiltrated my team and sold a nigga’s dreams
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| How could you do me like that? |
| I took ya family in
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| I put some cash in ya pocket, made you a man again
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| And now you let the fear put your ass in a place
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| Complicated to escape, it’s a fool’s fate
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| Without your word, you’re a shell of a man
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| I lost respect for you, nigga, we can never be friends
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| I know I’m runnin' through your head now
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| What could you do? |
| If it was up to you, I’d be dead now
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| I let the world know, nigga, you a coward
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| You could never be live until you die
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| See the motherfuckin' bitch in your eye
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| Type of nigga, that let the evil of the money trap me
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| When ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me (holla at me)
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| Gotta be ready, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| So I gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| Curious, spittin' lyrics on the verge of furious
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| I’m addicted to currency, nigga, that’s why we doin' this
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| I got shot up, I surprised the niggas the way I got up
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| And then I hit the studio, it’s time to blow the block up
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| No hesitation, this information got you contemplatin'
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| Heartbreakin' and eliminatin' with this conversation
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| Break him and let him see the face of a mental patient
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| It’s a celebration of my criminal elevation, more participation
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| I want members across the fifty states
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| We keep the nation anticipatin' until we break
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| Will I be great, is it my fate to live the life of luxury?
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| Some niggas bought my tapes, so much jealousy it scares me
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| So be prepared, 'cause only the strong survive, life isn’t fair (fair)
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| Probably never knew the way it feels to die
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| So you see, come fuck with me, I give that ass a try
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| Nigga, holla at me
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| And now I gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| I should’ve saw the signs, I was blinded
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| Criminal minds of a young black brotha doin' time
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| So many brothas framed in this dirty game
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| It’s a shame, so much pressure on my brain
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| Why she blame me?
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| Secrets in the dark, only her and I know
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| Now I’m sittin' in the state pen', doin' time slow
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| Guess she made a bad decision that got me livin'
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| Just like an animal, I’m caged up in state prison
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| My niggas dissin' 'cause hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
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| A cemetery full of motherfuckers not knowin'
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| Picture my prophecy, I got some attacking me, on top of me
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| I’m runnin' from the coppers, but never let 'em stop me
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| 'Cause I’m a soldier, hell, ever since I was a little nigga
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| Havin' fantasies of one day getting older
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| Niggas is paranoid, trust; |
| a no-no
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| Love is a mystery, fuck the po-po
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| Holla at me
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| So when you see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| A nigga gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| Niggas out there jealous cause we be bailin' with Death Row
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| They try to playa hate, but they can’t fade us tho'
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| We be mobbin' through the neighborhood, yeah
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| With that funky sound (so funky)
|
| We be throwin' down
|
| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay
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| Gotta be careful, can’t let the evil of the money trap me
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| So when ya see me, nigga, you better holla at me
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| You better beware where you lay
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| We better not find where you stay |