| I spy with my little eye
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| A murderer, a murderer
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| So long the ratchet in the streets
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| You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her
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| These are the people who are trying hard to slip over, tryin' hard to slip over
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| We’re sailing always sailing in the sea of years go by
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| I know I know I know I came a long way
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| Oh yeah with from my heart knock all day
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| I kill a killed with a spitter 9 mm on my hip with the debt
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| Then sign me a dealer
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| Had it hard so you been a nigga cry me a river
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| 'Cause I’m from the piss and life’s grind me his liver
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| I mean it’s spitter then brooder then fruit her
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| Then I’m really little
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| Got a brother and a sister and I’m in the middle
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| Mother tryin' to figure out how to we me a dinner
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| Then I had a piece of bread for my little nigga
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| 'Cause he waiting outside
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| Too shy to ask and too young to die
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| Too weak to rob and too good to lie
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| Two years go by, he a killer
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| Pissed up high the pillar then he go to work
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| Monkey see monkey do grow the gorilla
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| So he turn another wife into a widow
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| Which turned another son into a bidder
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| Root of all evil it’s all lethal
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| Injection without interjecting for people
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| Fall back but ain’t no kush around here
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| This is my block call a cock block
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| 'Cause ain’t no pussy round here
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| He’s a hard head and a pot head
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| If he’ll keep it up he’ll be a chop head
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| But he heard his voice in the future instead
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| And he said
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| If even small it seem so high
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| It’s just a wall I made it on the other side
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| And I won’t let you slide
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| Love won’t break I’ll catch you on the other side
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| Metsie metsie for all my blessings in the murk seat
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| 'Cause sometimes it could’ve gotten messy
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| Like if my shot came and left me
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| Still acting willin' dumb and thirsty
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| Still saying come and test me
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| Still selling crack by young ol Wesley
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| And low wage cops can still can arrest me
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| That’s just not sexy
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| I know you feel it who would’ve thought
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| I would go four wheelin' in Morocco
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| With a fine dime I brought from Stockholm
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| Take it from a war child never enlisted
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| Life is twisted like
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| I’m not the only one Lenin said
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| Chapman is here, but Lenin’s dead
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| If even small it seem so high
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| It’s just a wall I made it on the other side
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| And I won’t let you slide
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| Love won’t break I’ll catch you on the other side
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| Don’t let me go astray
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| 'Cause I am afraid
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| I need your strength
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| So I won’t be afraid
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| I spy with my little eye
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| A murderer, a murderer
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| So long the ratchet in the streets
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| You never heard of her, streets you never heard of her
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| These are the people who are trying hard to slip over, tryin' hard to slip over
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| We’re sailing always sailing in the sea of years go by
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| In the sea of years go by |