| Straight out the motherfucking bay
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| Here we go
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| Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying
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| For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
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| In the city where ya can’t tell the snakes from the fakes
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| Fakes from the phonies, enemies of homies
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| Around the corner there’s another nigga waiting to jack
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| He don’t know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
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| Like a motherfucking thug disease
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| Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
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| What’s up with bitches trying to screw me? |
| Do me cause I did a movie
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| Throw the pussy to me but before they never knew me
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| Rather die then let ya play me for a, buster
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| And with my glock I’m a plotting ass rotten motherfucker, huh
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| Don’t let the movie fool ya, let me school ya
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| Screaming Thug Life nigga when I do ya
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| I’m going crazy, getting dizzy
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| And then I suffocate a motherfucking breather bring me back
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| I’m telling ya I’m losing it
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| Said I’m losing my mind
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| Losing my mind
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| I’m going crazy, niggas can’t fade me
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| On the real I kill when I step to ya fucking grill
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| So let me kick it let me flip it let me get wicked
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| I’m not a buster from the hood selling whooped tickets
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| I hang with G’s flipping keys and smoking weed
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| I get the cash and dash and never learn to read
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| So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know
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| Because they come and go like the wind blows
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| What am I giving how I’m living what I’m giving up
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| You can take my life and I don’t give a fuck
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| Cause I’m the trouble most coming from the west coast
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| Where the niggas is banging 'til the overdose
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| Killers and murderers, psychos and lunatics
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| Nobody knows what makes my mind click
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| Is it the demons, screaming inside of me?
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| Hell no it’s just the Thug Life mentality
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| I’m going crazy shit don’t phase me
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| I’m living like a thug 'til six niggas carry me
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| Death is on the trigga so pull it
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| I can’t take it no more, nigga, I’m losing it
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| Said I’m losing my mind
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| Losing my mind
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| Shit was talking to me, my gat screamed fire
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| The bullet told me shoot that motherfucker he’s a liar
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| I talked to me 3−80 like a bitch on a stroll
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| When my niggas try to
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| Nigga, I can’t get fucked in this game I’m a psychopath
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| My AK told me to shove him up some niggas ass
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| I’m having long conversations with Mr. Millometer
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| He’s one of my best friends bitch ass nigga eater
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| And Miss Mossburg love it in the back trunk
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| You know that old school bitch she like to get it funked
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| And spitting motherfuckers by the seems
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| My grand daddy Mr. AR-15
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| By the evil motherfucker
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| Talked me into taking over a dope turf and shooting cluckers
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| Said he was my only family
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| Shoot straight, and please don’t jam me
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| Got in a fight at the club my gat started talking
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| Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talking
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| I woke up and it was sick to see the guts hang
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| I’m going nuts man
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| Shit was talking to me
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| Said I’m losing my mind
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| Losing my mind |