| Niggas stay hashed out, hashed out
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| Mash on these niggas til we passed out, passed out
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| Laugh at these niggas cause we assed out, lets bow
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| These niggas smacked me in the fast lane
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| Last thangs I need is enemies, is that fame?
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| Well that shit is lame oh no
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| Original bang bang gotta maintain the main thang baby
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| Lately always runnin from ladies
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| Cause no one’s thinkin bout my babies
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| Just maybe I’ll be lonely left, cause y’all gone crazy
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| Got everybody out here wonderin if I’m broke, I don’t play that
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| And we pray, and we pray
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| Let everybody say that, and you can do what the fuck you wanna do
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| Not like way back, hey
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| Got mail from the payback, it’s evil all around
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| Now, here we are, praise God, don’t hold us down
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| Praise God, don’t hold us down
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| Praise God, don’t hold us down
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| If you got to get your clown on wit’cha
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| Top down when ya hear the cop sound
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| I gotta go punch em, calm down
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| And when you’re in the club drunk and you think you see a punk
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| He just might have a pump in the trunk, and ready to fuck you up (up)
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| You niggas can’t get near me by not carryin the load (load)
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| As soon as you get babies, she can’t wait to say, hello
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| These niggas think they Panthers, keep movin, go get some Pampers
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| Any questions get on your knees and get the answer
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| Evidently everyday
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| Who the only nigga you know?
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| Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish?
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| Ooh ain’t shit changed
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| Who the only nigga you know?
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| Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish?
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| Ooh ain’t shit changed
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| Who the only nigga you know?
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| Who the only nigga you know, that’s thuggish ruggish?
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| I still do the ditches with my song still fuckin with the lights on
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| Sit up and real enough to look at the kids
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| And tell em momma ain’t with us, us, us, us …
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| It won’t be easy believe this
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| We were birth inside the fetus
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| Ghetto mamas still caught up in ghetto drama think of Columbine
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| Pop pop, what if it happened to mine?
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| Will I get paid and keep quiet, or say, fuck that and start a riot?
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| Niggas lyin to me demons keep flyin to me
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| Chuckin many in the street pimpin me fakin lets make history
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| My people keep the flame in me help me make this money on my family
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| I can feel it even if I died burn me
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| They can’t kill it if they wanted to my spirits keep on hauntin you
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| Can’t wait cause I’m the realest
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| I come with the wickedness and pillage the village
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| Stick with runaways
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| Fuck these house niggas and grab your crotch nigga
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| You slouch rat mouse, niggas bounce, niggas bounce, niggas bounce
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| And my daddy, daddy, daddy’s on the chain gang
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| Tell em bout the gunline boss the same thing
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| And I hope they took a good picture somebody’s out to get ya
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| Lay me down shit’s gonna happen right up wit cha
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| I’ve seen murder on the news burnin smellin up the room
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| And the bang won’t let me sleep
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| I put in me latch, latched with a broom
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| Strategize like, ahh, and it will materialize
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| Fantisize like, ahh, and never materialize
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| What am I the dead weight? |
| It’ll be okay
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| I’m hopin that choo choo ride out the real chance, real here
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| So all my people with AIDS we can sit down and play some spades
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| I ain’t afraid to to die smoked with Eazy everyday
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| (Chorus till fade) |