| You introduce yourself as my number one fan
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| I was hustling, told you in the van
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| Right then and there, something I’d seen
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| You were nothing more than a motherfucking fiend
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| It was obvious, I could see you pain
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| I knew you had shit running through your veins
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| You told me you feeling itch and dirty
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| Asked if I could whip you up with a thirties
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| You past word, I past feels, you got chills
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| Drove you by the block dropped you off by the hill
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| A week past, we met at a couple of spots
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| you was making me hot
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| The plot, your bitch ass was working with cops
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| And this case, your bread was caught on me
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| It’s hard to stop when you get the shit illegally
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| It’s the root of all evil, at times, the enemy
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| That’s why I never let fiends hang around me
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| Cops surrounding me at the train station
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| They told me for months, they’ve been patiently waiting
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| They said, «what you got, and what you got at the crib?»
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| I said, «you got the answer» there was nothing here
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| So they took in a cell and checked for boards and backpacks
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| Took five rounds and about ten stacks
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| They was looking for a lot more than that
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| Well, that’s what happens when you dealing with them rats
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| I beat the case, but what does it all mean?
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| Never break bread with a fiend, mean |