| Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley’s with the Henny mix
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| My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain’t seen me since
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| 96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
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| Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
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| Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I’m real or not, kill or not
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| If I’m holdin’t what kind of steel I got
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| False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
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| Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
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| Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
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| No set backs, shittin’on niggaz wit out the Exlax
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| Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
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| Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech’s blowin'
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| Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
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| Street worth 9 figures
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| It’s a war now, hard to the core for sure now
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| Raw style, four fours to your door now
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| Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
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| Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in Plans rollin', handsome nigga’s hands golden
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| Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
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| Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don’t need to riff
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| Automatic shit, for fakin’that’s what you faggots get
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| Out of 30 men, know 20 that’s worthy men
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| 10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
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| Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin’back
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| Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
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| Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
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| Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
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| Snakes, that’s why I hand shake &keep movin'
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| World supremest, cook Coke like a chemist
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| But it’s finished, a little jail time helped me replenish
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| Thank God, almost bagged a rape charge in '86
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| That’s what I get fuckin’a crazy bitch
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| Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, &bites
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| Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics
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| ?Borciase? |
| my words spreads across tribes
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| Who live? |
| Made for the system up in your ride |