| Ah-hah! |
| Upfront, let’s go
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| Konvict, haha
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| We in too deep to turn back now, D (Sure is)
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| Watch yourself 'fore you get (Watch it)
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| Blown away
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| You know where I come from
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| The place where your fade is a mic or a bull or dum-dum
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| A jail cell, a pine box, and brothers are dumb young
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| Still bust a gun for the slum that they come from
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| Cops is the only ones they gon' run from
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| They puttin' they hood up
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| But 9 out of 10 of us ain’t got good luck
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| You gon' ride on a man and catch 25
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| Or get hit and get sent to the other side
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| You lose both sides of the coin
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| So me, I play the hood, baby, 9 in the groin
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| Momma got a little church I could join, but I ain’t go yet
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| Man got a mosque I could join, but I ain’t go yet
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| Cool with the devil on my back, I’m in cold sweats
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| About to do some dirt in some dirty black old sweats
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| If you known, you should’ve shown the way
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| Most the hood on the path to get blown away
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| 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
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| Cowardly hearts’ll never last long here
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| If you ain’t man up to make shit clear
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| Guaranteed you’ll get blown away
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| 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
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| And I done seen the cops break my peers
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| Tryna hold on a couple more years
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| Tryin' not to get blown away
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| See, I ain’t never shot nobody, but I’m known for fighting
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| So when I strike, man, you think you been struck by lightning
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| Shouldn’t have to prove myself by killin' a nigga
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| Even a child can take a life by pullin' a trigger
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| Retaliation only takes anger mixed with passion
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| See your target in the distance and keep on blastin'
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| They say, «Guns don’t kill people, people do»
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| So when you hit, man, you feel that shit them evils do
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| Can’t see myself gettin' beat down, my eyes swollen
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| Moms crying, really don’t know what happened, my pride’s stolen
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| If I ain’t got my heat, then I got a blade
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| That can get you off me in so many ways
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| 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
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| Cowardly hearts’ll never last long here
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| If you ain’t man up to make shit clear
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| Guaranteed you’ll get blown away
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| 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
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| And I done seen the cops break my peers
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| Tryna hold on a couple more years
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| Tryin' not to get blown away
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| I keep my eye out for Jakes, ears to the streets
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| Other eye out for snakes and these scandalous freaks
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| If we ain’t on good terms, don’t bother to speak
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| Don’t smile and try to spark a convo with me
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| Same thing make you laugh will make you cry
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| Fuck around and let this quiet nigga here take your life
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| Hate for it to be you the world sacrifice
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| So somebody else could travel through the tunnel of life
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| 'Cause I’m that type of guy
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| I’ll be there when you’re ridin', but I stay to myself
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| So if you see me out there with a bear and we fightin'
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| Nigga, then go help the bear
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| 'Cause I was raised up to show no fear
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| Cowardly hearts’ll never last long here
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| If you ain’t man up to make shit clear
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| Guaranteed you’ll get blown away
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| 'Cause I done seen the block break down tears
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| And I done seen the cops break my peers
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| Tryna hold on a couple more years
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| Tryin' not to get blown away |