| Well yes, watch out for those buster
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| Busters and you never can trust them
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| Sooner or later gotta me a hafta dump them in the ocean
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| And them them girls around them we gonna get rid of them, second
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| Watch that four blown, gage on time (tragic, tragic, tragic, tragic)
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| And you know that cinnnomon bread that you didn’t want to give me?
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| So when me get down, me bring my rotwilder round
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| And make them shake that thang
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| The raven in my eyes got me going against the grain
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| If you purple like the rain
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| Feel me nigga now check the grip, Get rich quick or die
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| Some can’t get rich so god damn quick, so they suffer and get high
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| God fearin niggas, who sin and make they ends
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| Corner store ballas who can’t think without they gin
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| Mandadory consequence if you spit this busnuiss splittin rocks
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| Bullets connect with red dots, shit this ghetto red hot
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| A vision like twelve monkeys, split the blunt and fill her up
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| We ready to cuss and dump on niggas who wanna buss
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| Spittin 45 and newer nines mindstate on barrcudda
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| Nigga watch the heat cuz the heat will seek and the heat will go right through
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| ya
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| My mouth a make an attitude and hall game
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| Street chemist ghetto star dealin with the pain
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| They say «Andre Nickatina keep it comin»
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| The game done got so thick that I can’t even have a woman
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| Let me look into your eyes, witness all the lies
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| Somewhere down the line you made a grown man cry, why?
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| Raven in my eyes put a man to test
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| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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| You know me keep on singing
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| The raven in my eyes put a man to test
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| And I say
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| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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| You know me keep on sayin
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| A raven in my life put a man to test
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| And you know me sayin
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| Man not bullet proof, man be made of flesh
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| B. Adams do ya still love me?
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| Cuz your first born is struggeling (tragic tragic tragic)
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| And its hard to stay drug free, mama do you love me? |