| Leave me aloneee.
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| I ain' fuckin' with nobody.
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| Keep fuckin' with me you gon' turn me back to Boo Boo
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| Have me casin' out your crib, tryna pop your fuckin' noodles
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| She was twenty I was twelve, man my Nana said she raped me
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| I jus' smiled from ear to ear, sayin' take me baby take me
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| Since high school, nigga I ain’t got no friends
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| Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, Ahh.
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| That’s spot clickin' till the D’s run in
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| Then it’s bail money and lawyer fees you got to have ends
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| Freshman year I had that CBR Hurricane
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| In a ill Herringbone I got 'um swingin' Heroine
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| I shoot a nigga in a heartbeat I ain’t no chump
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| Then you can run Forrest run retard when I dump
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| They take kindness for weakness, niggaz don’t respect that
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| So me I’m where that Reuger, that Pump and that Tech at
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| Some look at me I’m on now, I thought we was rich then
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| Shit man, but you had like, twenty bricks in Richmond
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| We was in Cocaine heaven, I was fishscale dreamin'
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| We jus' got in the town, we was strapped up schemin'
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| First Country caught a body, then country caught a body then
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| I popped a couple niggaz, then country shot everybody
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| It’s cold blooded, it’s real shit you got to love it
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| Tre-Eight Snub it, and don’t think nuttin' of it
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| It’s the way of the wolves, it’s how they train us to move
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| Get it poppin' when we shoppin' niggaz hold down the two’s.
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| I seen niggaz gettin' rich.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| I was tired of havin' shit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| I seen niggaz gettin' hit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| We was slingin' that shit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| Here I am.
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| Yeah.
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| I was ?? |
| since we was little niggaz son since we were seven
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| Armed robbery, first degree, my man did seven
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| Niggaz popped his whip up, hit his can we were seven
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| He a lucky muhfucker I bet he make it to heaven
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| My Grandpa drunk, my uncle Rock drunk
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| My uncle Champ pump crack, smoked my fuckin' stash up
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| I had two-hundred and fifty grams stashed on the porch
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| I mean I’m what you call smoke man, I’m what you call snort
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| First the VCR went, then the tv went
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| He stole outta mommy purse, she thought it was me kid
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| I ain' ask her for no money son cause I was out hustlin'
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| She was lookin' at me sideways like I’m a thief or somethin'
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| That hurt me, c’mon son that wouldn’t hurt you
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| I pistol whip that nigga till his face was purple
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| I need anger management, see I hold on to a grudge
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| The same way I hold on to that nickel-plate Snub.
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| The Lord don’t have imperfections baby.
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| So I think I’m perfect the way he made me.
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| Some say I’m cool, some say I’m crazy.
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| Some say I ain’t shit, some say I’m amazin'.
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| I seen niggaz gettin' rich.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| I was tired of havin' shit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| I seen niggaz gettin' hit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| We was slingin' that shit.
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| Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by.
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| Here I am. |