| Ten bullets in his ass, hit the gas
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| Ten deep on enemy turf, me and the homies 'bout to mash
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| Where that glass? |
| Glock was plastic, smoking that gas, puff with the fastest
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| Bitch get wilding, Gangsta Island, Gary
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| Smiling in my casket with my eyes wide open
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| I’ma make my enemy look me straight in my face before they closing
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| I’ma pierce right through his soul and take control of his emotions
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| Let it haunt you in your dreams
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| Bitch kill you, kiss your mama, just like Bishop did Raheem
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| Before I seen a nigga cry, I seen a young nigga die
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| Over a Georgetown Starter jacket and some new Jordan 5s
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| Blessed in this shit, blessed in this shit, question is, will I survive?
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| Laid out with a hot gun smoking, on his own blood choking, Gangsta Gibbs, bitch
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| Before I seen a nigga cry, I seen a young nigga die
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| (Gotta live my life)
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| Four, five niggas smoking weed in my Cadillac
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| Six, seven straps with the beam, that’s a matter of fact
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| Eight, nine geekers, make 'em fiend for a piece of crack
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| Got ten, eleven youngsters in my kitchen, watch me teach 'em that
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| You call that reaching back? |
| You call that building up?
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| Fried bologna and a cracker, that was the meal for us
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| Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I, born and die a sinner, but
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| Blessings over bullets, I pray the Lord deliver
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| Gibbs, I’m gangbanging, caine slanging
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| Four, five niggas smoking weed in my Cadillac
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| Six, seven straps with the beam, that’s a matter of fact
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| Four, five niggas smoking weed in my Cadillac
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| Six, seven straps with the beam, that’s a matter of fact
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| Lil' Sodi, Gangsta Gibbs, ESGN nigga
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| Real niggas
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| Fucked with him since day one, nigga
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| Gangsta Gibbs
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| Living our life in this cold world, nigga
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| Take a slug, and still at this shit, nigga
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| You already know, Lil' Sodi
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| All the neighbors know, L. A
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| Gibbs, love you 'til the end, nigga
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| You my bro
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| You already know
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| Love you homie |