| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself?
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself…
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself?
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself…
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself?
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself…
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself?
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself…
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| (I don’t believe this… I’m makin all these moves. for
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| WHATT???)
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| I do me for a G Note, niece, she’s yellin Nemo
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| Mama bear, she there, losin hair cause of the chemo
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| Every door buzz, little cause see at the peek hole
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| Swearin he holdin heavy, hidin out from the RICO
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| Coke sold by Chico out the corner bodega
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| Him n Bobbito… la familia now finito!
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| It’s deep tho, its like my soul was stole by the repo
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| Resowed in Carlito, and retold on Tivo
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| Ice cold wit a ego, dice rolled and somebody’s Deebo’d
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| Trios expose dikes on the D' Low
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| It’s love wit my amigos, other niggas they freeload
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| Yeah he hold, but my homeys only unload torpedoes
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| So please yo, I’m from the killa cap of the kilos
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| Where niccaz clap, and fat bytches get yapped for
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| Their cheetos, its re-al
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| But still blocks is hot like veal
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| So cock block, or cop shot, nothin stops the P. O
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
| (lalalalalaaa
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| Lalalalalalalaaaaa)
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Won't Stooooopp
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| Can’t Stooooooop)
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
| (lalalalalaaa
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| Lalalalalalalaaaaa)
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Can't Stooooopp
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| Won’t Stooooooop)
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
| (lalalalalaaa
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| Lalalalalalalaaaaa)
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Won't Stooooopp
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| Can’t Stooooooop)
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| What’s the use of me of me foolin myself? |
| (lalalalalaaa
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| Lalalalalalalaaaaa)
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| No matter what I keep tellin myself… (Can't Stooooopp
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| Won’t Stooooooop)
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| Wifee want an abortion, her parents divorcin
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| Granted, I understand it, but my mans in a coffin
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| Who planned it? |
| I guess they panicked, cause they left him in Boston
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| He died… for a pie, identified by his porcelains
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| It’s caution, Unc just got a chunk of some fortune
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| Bossin, I guess the paper supportin extortin
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| Tossin it to them dealers, takin it like Lakers did Portland
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| Cases is costin, so faces won’t make it for talkin
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| It’s basics, they mistake once they replace it for flossin
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| It soften, never high when dividin my portion
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| Why forever fly till I die, dry from exhaustion
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| Move accordin, like they keys on a organ
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| No sneezin or coughin, I weeze when I’m walkin, indeed
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| We under siege from those D’s cause they stalkin
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| Cars is auctioned, homes is seized
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| OG’s extortin the seeds, now its the new breed absorbin
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| The names is changed, the games the same
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| It’s playin fair, but years of Nightmares, like Dana Dane
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| It ain’t clear, but I’m right here still and sayin the same
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| Refusin to shed a tear, tho the pain done came
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| Provin I played the game, from cocain to fame
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| From rope chains, gazelli frames, I remain to blame
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| It’s deep, but never speak certain names in vein
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| I know beef, and when it peak, it can strain the brain
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| No police, its just creep creep, bang for bang
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| No grief, brothers deceased, others arraigned and hang
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| None of us just eatin, maintain the strains
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| The streets is just the streets, when it rain it rain |