| I was that cool motherfucker
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| but living in the world of these cruel motherfuckers
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| society they made me a fool motherfucker
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| and sixteen shots leaving the pussies taking cover
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| huh I’m sorry mother motherfuckers just ain’t like me the fucking braid buy twenty one is so likely
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| a million letters from the penn is writing me fuck the system the DEA sellin all the damn yay
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| so I pray them fuckers die
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| and when they leave let them pussy motherfuckers fry
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| and make they families eternally have to cry and
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| crucify me and label me the n ride I testify I’m ready
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| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready
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| Statistics said I wouldn’t live to see the grey in my head
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| there is to much drama in theses streets to much heat and she said
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| wont let the feds red said they want no dust in my tomb
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| so I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room
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| I’m prayin soon that my income cause income is halted
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| if you got then I got it but anyone can talk it now tossed so simply this is universal this shit is the real deal
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| try to feel the commercial america tell me where is the freedom of liberty
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| this place ain’t meant for me so I got a quarter key
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| and move it like ryder trucks
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| those crackers are already stuck a path
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| for my niggaz because my niggaz ain’t give a fuck
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| bout nothin they had to say we always going to rule the GA
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| your games is what we can play and lucifer better pray
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| that I do not do what was planned to do yesterday
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| I sware to god in Georgia
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| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready
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| This is for my folks in Cuba
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| This is for my folks in Jamaica
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| This is for my folks in Africa, we ready
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| Them crackers had me fucked up I scooped a job for a min
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| but couldn’t deal with the pay I quit that shit in a day
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| back on the grind servin my yay nothing to say
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| but I tried I’m told there is a better way but who going to pull me inside?
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| they in they ride disappointed because I had bad luck
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| I ain’t ever goin to sell this shit my nigga I’m stuck
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| my people roll they window up and then they hit and they locked
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| its fucked up but thats the way it is down here on the block
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| maan everyone servin some rocks if not some rocks some weed
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| everybody’s trapped high I cant afford the heat its kinda neat
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| how they just creep and kick the door off the hinge
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| and when theses motherfuckers leave they taking all of my friend
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| no way to win cause we are in for the ride of our lives
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| when I was writing this shit I had to wipe my eye
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| cause this is chaos they after us we will never succede
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| cause we some ignorant niggaz but all we need is to see I guarantee
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| if we stop competition get our children off these fucking streets
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| and get some Qu’ran I’m just speaking shit who am I to tell anyone
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| I’m telling ya there ain’t nothing new up under the sun
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| you got your gun well fuck ya gun
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| if you goin run when they chase ya why don’t you do some that crazy shit slap that bitch in the face
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| now or later we going to have to stand up and fight
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| we pay the taxes in this bitch nigga use your rights
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| now I know I ain’t right but ill be damned if I’m wrong
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| they say two wrongs don’t make a right
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| but damn its making me strong and when I’m gone
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| I hope this song rang in your heart
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| my nigga ain’t no better time then right now to start
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| Oh father come and take me I surrender I’m ready |