| And I don’t wanna go to hell
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| But it’s better than a cell
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| And it’s better than walkin' in circles
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| Blind and cursed
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| I get high 8 days a week, 25 hours a day
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| 25 blunts, 25 bottles a day
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| Never pray cuz my prayers ain’t heard
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| Raised up out the hot Pitts slash Burg
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| Blood stains on the curb
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| Memories of the Mosburg Park
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| Memories of the P-Town funk
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| I break em off like chunk
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| Throw the demons inside
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| If he fuckin' with Wax
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| He must be dreamin' to die
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| Am I dreamin' am I
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| Really seein' my future
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| Crystal clear down the barrel
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| Of a black, fat brooger
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| If I had one wish
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| Before I muthafuckin' leave
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| I wish to know the name of the person
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| Who fin to kill me
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| Change my fate
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| Retaliate for myself
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| After that I’d be satisfied
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| Heaven or hell
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| Whether heaven or hell
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| I ain’t bout to complain
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| And my only request
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| Is you remember my name
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| And I will always have dane
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| Even if I’m not sane
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| Say the word real
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| When you mention my name
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| Wax real sick
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| Dawg spoke real shit
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| Especially liked when he rap and kill shit
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| I can dig this
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| Even though I’m really not a rapper
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| Really just your ordinary tech 9 packer
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| Bust first, and ask who it was last
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| And if it means sufferin' hell
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| Partner oh well
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| Take it in stride
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| Apologize to die
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| Ask him if he blame people born in a mild
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| I ain’t choose this life
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| And I don’t know if I change
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| And I don’t know where I go
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| When I exit this game
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| And I don’t wanna be forgotten in a casket partner
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| Cuz I’m claustrophobic
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| That’s why my gat loaded
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| I ain’t scared of death
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| But I’m scared of bein' trapped
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| Underneath a ton of dirt
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| Just lyin' on my back
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| Partner fuck that
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| When I die puncture my heart
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| With a needle
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| Naw fuck it you can tear it apart
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| Say heaven or hell
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| Cuz a cat don’t know
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| Aw fuck it I know
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| But I ain’t tryin' to say it bro
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| We gone leave it at that
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| Twist up a twomp sack
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| Kick back
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| Smoke bomb till we all forget that
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| Dig that
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| Like a grave dawg
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| North-Eastbay hog
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| A-Wax route
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| Tryin' to holler at you
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| I ain’t grippin' a Bible
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| I ain’t sayin' I’m evil
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| Just give me a bottle
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| In a baby desert eagle
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| Let me do mines
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| I’m a be alright for real
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| Whether with or without
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| A muthafuckin' record deal
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| Whether heaven or hell
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| Caged up in a cell
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| Whether goin' legit
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| Or pushin' 20's a yale |