| My lil' partner be talkin about it’s been approximately
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| Five years and four months from the day
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| That all these niggas done came up around his way, what can he say
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| You can ask Shelley, and even she’ll say (hey)
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| These niggas be callin themselves big shots ever since he been away
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| Even Dante got a little size upon his chest
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| Maybe it’s from the reinforced teflon vest
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| But nevertheless, he takes it all in stride
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| Talkin about (these niggas got theirs, it’s only right that I gets mine)
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| Nah, don’t go near them niggas, son, you might get shot
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| Believe me when I tell you: things ain’t the same on the block
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| They got Glocks and shit done changed
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| For a buck and some change
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| They might blow out your muthafuckin brains
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| These niggas ain’t thinkin when they’re tryin to get a piece
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| The only peace you better get is of mind
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| And stay your ass inside
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| Wide eyes actin sheif and shitty
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| For attention hoe-ass niggas’ll have a mortician ready to fit me
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| For a suit and casket, it’s gettin drastic
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| My nigga got hit in his shit, some say he was askin |
| For trouble, true, and he found it with a .44 mag
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| They took him out in his jag (yo man went out bad)
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| Such a sad, sad song if you ask me
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| Blood on his t-shirt and khakis, brain in the back seats
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| (Goddamn) that’s exactly what I said
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| But now my nigga’s dead behind that fast life that he led
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| Shedded some tears, but they all got wiped away
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| I love my nigga, I put his name on my license plate
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| I live my life this way cause that way’ll get a nigga stank
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| No more smokin dank on suicide quests for bank
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| I puts it down on tape and reap the benefits
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| Like the smart niggas who grew up and quit that shit
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| Life is precious, cherish it while you have it
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| It’s enough loot to go around for everybody to live lavish
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| Everybody wants a name
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| Everybody wants the fame
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| People playin suicide games
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| Tell me who’s to blame
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| For all the pain and things
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| That we can’t explain
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| Partner, it’s cold outside, and the temperature’s steady droppin
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| But these niggas ain’t stoppin as long as drugs sales are poppin
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| They clockin a grand a day, muthafuck what the man will say |
| Villains kidnappin to kill a nigga, and they plans to stay
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| So when I sleep, I sleep with one eye closed
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| Cos the fellas ain’t the only ones schemin, even fly hoes
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| I knows this, I seen it all in their fangs
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| I stay alert cause muthafuckas do dirt with half a chance
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| And I plans to be around, not six feet in the ground
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| Kickin back with other blacks enjoyin the sound
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| Of our kids comin up in a similar fashion
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| Makin it happen, gettin theirs without askin
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| Until then I keep on rollin with the punches
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| Collectin dough in bunches, layin my head on plush shit
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| A hunch kid,'ll get your ass a long stay
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| But a little bit of faith’ll carry a nigga a long way
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| Now, show me a man who ain’t afraid to die, and I show you five
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| Choose a rule, so partner, choose your side
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| Recognize with your own eyes this ain’t no false statement
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| I’m from New Orleans, where bullshit ain’t shakin
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| You gots to qualify, be down to die
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| These punk-ass niggas around my way thinkin they hard made it hot outside
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| You got your pride, I got my love |
| I’m too swift with the gift, you find no blood on my black glove
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| Now I’m above all that chitter-chatter
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| But a year ago you was about to throw a blow, now tell me what’s the matter
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| Collect the data, I had a year to put this out
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| I got one more bomb in my palm, now bet I miss your house
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| Now is you is or is you ain’t?
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| Ready to put your goddamn life on the line for that bank
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| You better think, but partner don’t think too long
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| My people stay strong, we know where we belong |