| Pssst… psssssst… aiyyo
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| Are you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever
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| Tell me, which one?
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| They wanna bury me, I’m worried -- I’m losin my mind
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| Look down the barrel of my nine and my vision’s blurry
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| Fallin to pieces, am I guilty? |
| I pray to the Lord
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| but he ignores me unfortunately cause I’m guilty
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| Show me a miracle, I’m hopeless -- I’m chokin off
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| marijuana smoke, with every toke it’s like I’m losin focus
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| Fallin to sleep while I’m at service, when will I die?
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| Forever paranoid and nervous because I’m high
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| Don’t mention funerals I’m stressin, and goin nutty
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| And reminiscin bout them niggaz that murdered my buddy
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| I wonder when will I be happy, ain’t nothin funny
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| Flashbacks of bustin caps, anything for money
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| Where am I goin I discovered, can’t nothin save me My next door neighbor’s havin convo with undercovers
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| Put a surprise in the mailbox, hope she get it Happy birthday bitch, you know you shouldn’ta did it Everybody’s dyin am I next, who can I trust?
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| Will they be G’s, and they look at me before they bust?
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| Or will they kill me while I’m sleepin, two to the head
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| while I’m in bed, leakin blood on my satin sheets
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| Is there a heaven for a baller? |
| I’m gettin suspicious
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| of this bitch the line busy everytime I call her
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| Now she’s tellin me to visit, who else is home?
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| I check the house before I bone, so we all alone
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| After I nut I hit the highway, see ya later
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| To all the players watch the fly way a nigga played her
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| The bitch is tellin all her homies -- that I can fuck her
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| like no other now them other bitches wanna bone me
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| I’m under pressure gettin drunk, somebody help me I drink a fifth of Hennesey I don’t think it’s healthy
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| I see my enemies they creepin, don’t make me blast
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| I watch the five-oh's roll, the motherfuckers pass
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| by me like they know me, smilin as they laugh
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| I put up my middle finger then I dash
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| Niggaz don’t like me cause I’m Thuggin, and every day
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| I’m a hustler lookin to get paid
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| They wanna bury me, I’m worried -- no need to lie
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| I pray to God I don’t scream when it’s time to fry
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| Nowhere to rest I’m losin homies, ain’t that a bitch
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| When I was rich I had clout, now a nigga’s lonely
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| I put the pistol to my head, and say a prayer
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| I see visions of me dead, Lord are you there?
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| Then tell me am I lost cause I’m lonely
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| I thought I had friends but in the end a nigga dies lonely
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| Nowhere to run I’m in terror, and no one cares
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| A closed casket at my funeral and no one’s there
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| Is there a future for a killer? |
| I change my ways
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| But still that don’t promise me the next day
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| So I stay Thuggin with a passion, forever blastin
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| I’m bustin on these motherfuckers in my madness
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| They wonder if I’m hellbound… well Hell
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| can’t be worse than this, cause I’m in Hell now
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| Don’t make me hurt you I don’t want to, but I will
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| See motherfuckers killed over phone bills
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| Never will I die, I’ll be back
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| Reincarnated as a motherfuckin mack
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| I love it cause in heaven there’s no shortage on G’s
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| I’m tellin you now, you motherfuckers don’t know me Only fear of death. |
| You ghetto niggaz
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| Only fear of death is comin back reincarnated
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| (repeats continously w/ variations)
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| Hahaha, I ain’t scared to die
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| I ain’t scared to die
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| To my homies in heaven
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| I ain’t scared to die
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| Do you wanna live forever?
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| Are you scared, to die?
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| Or will you scream, when you fry?
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| I don’t fear death
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| My only fear of death is comin back, reincarnated
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| This is dedicated to Mental, R.I.P.
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| And Big Kill, R.I.P.
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| And all you other O.G.'s, who go down
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| I don’t fear death |