| How should I start? |
| I’m so confused
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| By now I’m sure you heard the news
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| Cats I got workin' on the block
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| Got a plot for me to stop
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| In my heart, I can’t even say they wrong
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| Cuz in the game all the playas sing the same song
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| I done seen cats do back flips when the bullets hit
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| Gotta to go and bring Jesus in they life
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| Counterfeit to the pulpit
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| But anyway
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| I’m so loved and hated 'round the community
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| My mother wonder what money, drugs can do to me
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| I swear to God, I seen the Devil in my bag of weed
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| Where you live, I might freeze
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| Gotta get this cheese
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| Cats is makin' side deals with these other dealers
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| And slappin' five with a player
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| Man, like I’m they nigga
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| I paged Nickatina, he didn’t call me back
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| He must be on tour, but I’m not sure
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| But once again, it’s July the 4th
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| And once again
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| God I’m goin' to war, for sure
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| «There's gonna be fighting
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| And somebody’s gonna get hurt, that’s for sure»
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| … «And everything we worked for will be wiped out
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| And I don’t think we can let that happen
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| I mean that makes sense»
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| Man I taught these cats how to move this coke
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| Taught these cats about the weed they smoke
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| Took they mind from bein' broke
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| Now they wanna have me smoked?
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| My woman said to me, 'her or my friends?'
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| I said my friends cuz we bowed our ends
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| She said, nigga please
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| Them muthafuckas is ya enemies
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| Baby I love you but I gots ta leave
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| Because you don’t sleep
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| Some nights man, you don’t even eat
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| Smokin' weed, nigga
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| Runnin' the streets
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| But check it, I don’t complain
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| I hate the fact her face is stuck in my brain
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| It’s like razors just to hear her name
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| Put that on double Glocks
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| The beef is burnin' every tick of the clock
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| Even the rain won’t stop the plot
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| Got a page from Nickatina
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| But right when I was 'bout to call him back
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| My windshield had suddenly cracked
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| From the impact
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| Gave shotty, glass half cut off my body
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| I can recognize the shooter
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| It was little Shotty
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| And I gave that muthafucka, yea his name
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| He tryna' to take a cat out the game
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| Yo, I’m full of blood (?)
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| You know bullets give you hot love
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| I go in shock from the heat of the slug
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| I think I’m 'bout to die
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| This is my last time to testify
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| And after that there was no reply
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| Put that on double Glocks (Shit)
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| «What did you say your name was again?»
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| «I didn’t» |