| Time never wait for no man
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| Peep it slow hand
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| Lions is all, we really no lambs
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| Get money split it up with my brohams.
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| When you go outside don’t let the door slam
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| Don’t let the door slam x3
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| When you go outside
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| Gracious lord I say a prayer for all of mine
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| Searching for a fixin in these broken times
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| I let my anger feed my hunger pain
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| Plotting With my brother from another mother about running things
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| Another rhyme table mission
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| cause rap aint paying off and ain’t no food in the kitchen
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| So I am gonna get these p’s with the elle with the smell that make the smokers
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| go crazy Can you feel me like braille
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| politikn about a move or two
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| so we can put on for the city like they used to do
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| And all them hos that didn’t call me boo
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| or break their backs when they see the … im cruising through
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| cause they respect it when your clockin major figures
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| throwing turkeys with the stuffin off of 18 wheelers
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| watching for the laws with the judges on call
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| shuck and jivin to get by with this pistol in my drawers
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| Now who is that peeking in my window
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| music on crescendo
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| vibing to the sounds of the endo
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| playing king kong nintendo
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| i cant trust a soul niggas givin up their kin for
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| grandmammas mamma and baby mothers
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| Grandfathers fathers and baby brothers
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| Get scared find themselves undercover
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| You knew the consequences of pushing them junkies hubbas
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| I tell the story how it be
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| Don’t bring no dirt in mine
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| Don’t speak on what you see
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| Always call before you come
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| You get jammed you don’t know me
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| Leave that wire at the door
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| Wash your hands before you eat
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| Don’t play the game if it ain’t keeps
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| Be ready for the finals
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| better practice what you preach
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| You aint the stand up type then find a seat
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| your blood is thicker than water but both them things leak
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| Them tattletales tell the tales of cars and clothes
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| of playa that holds for cameras and shine for hoes
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| gleam and glow under strobes of lights in the club
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| with drinks that dirty and shots that dubs
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| and people give kisses and hugs to niggas with plugs
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| minus the sink, not talkin bout tubs
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| talking about bass, you thinking bout sub
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| marine maybe
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| they other other hoes in your boat
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| the people that tell be people you know
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| the people that hurt be people you owe
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| Time, now daddy aint around to hold them down now
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| for the benz with drawers and rims
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| instead of breaking even with odds and ends
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| you doing 5 to 10 on the late night
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| for swimming in pools with great whites
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| they smell that dirty money
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| no last train to london, or paris
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| life is more then karats and fur coats
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| on the low that tick tock is worth more |