| Say Magnolia, Gateway bro
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| It seems like they don’t want a young nigga to get rich
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| Like we ain’t supposed to leave the ghetto
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| I know we tied to the ghetto, but uhh life’s a bitch
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| You know, we was dealt some bad cards
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| But you know, we gotta deal with it
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| Lifes hard, so lets show em' what we made of
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| My gateway to hell seems like its constantly open
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| The reaper is callin', so I’m constantly smoking
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| C-Murder ain’t gonna die in vain
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| My ghetto ties got me living my life in pain
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| See the world knows, we gonna be thugs forever
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| You can take me out the ghetto, but you can’t make it better
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| See the status of your money done changed
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| But the status of your danger remains the same
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| I need to clear my head of these evil thoughts
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| And teach Magnolia and Gateway the shit I was taught
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| Take a ride with me nigga to eternity
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| And watch me live to see another century
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| Lifes a bitch, who do you trust
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| I put my fate in my Glock, cause I know its gonna bust
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| I used to think the hood was cool
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| But my ghetto ties keep me checking in my rearview
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| Who do you trust, my ghetto ties got me tripping, and lifes a bitch
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| They can’t stand to see a young nigga get rich
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| I was dealt some bad cards
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| Became a thug with no love cause life’s hard (Who do you trust)
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| Lord you showed me, even dealt me these cards, I gots to play em'
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| My life is like a game, I’m up from a.m. to a. |
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| Why don’t I AK him if he don’t have none of my paper
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| Man if I let him live then he might take me for a faker
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| He might try to do a jack, and that might cost me my life
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| If you ever jack this real nigga, you’d besta kill me or pay the price
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| I ain’t nothing nice, behind the street machine tell me what you see
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| A tall nigga bout 6'4, last left the murder scene
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| Disguising in army green
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| With infer beams on something, kinda gun nigga
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| Fool one nigga didn’t run
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| My niggas went on and tore up his motherfucking ass with the bit fast
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| Like witness that, murder in the first degree
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| My ghetto ties fucking round' with me, don’t do that
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| How many times, a nigga seen a family nut up
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| And the momma was cut up, yeah I see now but later on I’m a be senile
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| But see how us niggas get caught up, quick to go in the water
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| Niggas steady vanishing away like saw dust
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| I’m feeling that ease, I’m full of them weeds and them fleas
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| Two 23's, nike’s and reeboks let the window down and feel the breeze
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| My cousin D, my nigga joned in the backseat thuggin' off the rome
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| And to the Z, thinking about the lives we gonna free
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| I tell him nigga please (nigga please)
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| Soon as we drove up, fucking door was bout' to close up
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| I knocked on the door, nigga hold up, you didn’t see us roll up
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| I forced my way in, I put seven up to his thoughts
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| No time for thinking is what I’m thinking
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| Killed the bitch, wouldn’t finish shaking
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| I went to the kitchen, I’m flipping pans, pots, and spoons out
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| Heard four knocks, sounded like four shots, coming from the other room
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| It’s about that time now, for us hounds to get gone out
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| Got the dilli, quarter milli, went to the next room
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| Jhon Jones was in the zone
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| I saw my cousin Navier, eyes bucking out his head
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| Nigga bleeding from the mouth, he shaking, he’s on his way out
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| By this time, I took two hits from behind
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| My nigga John looked in my eyes and said nigga you ready to die
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| Damn, nigga why |
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