| Keep it on the down low,
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| Nobody else had to know,
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| How we had our freak shows
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| Sipping on froze
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| Margaritas we kept it hot like heaters
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| Sneakers, I guess you could call us creepers
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| We both had beepers, secret codes
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| Tap them in, see what’s happening
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| Hit me back about 10, I meet you down in the west end,
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| This girl was foxy
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| Had ill na na Loved it when she called me pa pa Ha Ha But she was married to the mob man, chances were slim
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| She sleeping with my, he thought she was faithful to him
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| She fell deep deeper deeper in love,
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| It was supposed to be a secret, she slipped up and told her cuz
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| Now me and big dude standing face to face
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| He got back up for days, crew all over the place,
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| But betrayal out ways it all, a quick phone call,
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| Even in front of my eyes, I couldn’t believe what I saw
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| He was rollin, strollin,
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| had entire business that he was controlling
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| Illegal though, he thought nothing could stop his cash flow
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| Connect with the Po Po, cruised a 4X4
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| Cherokee, dropped, deep dished, chromed out,
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| Twelve’s, twitters, amp,
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| His sh*t was loud,
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| Diamonds and pearls
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| Trips around the world,
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| He had stocks and bonds saved up for his little baby girls
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| He was flying high, but wanted to fly higher
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| Had a million dollars worth a crack looking for the next buyer
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| He found them, and they found him too
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| Good deal turned sour, what’s he supposed to do,
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| Early in the morning, they got him out on the bridge,
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| He only thought about the money, never about them little kids
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| Running the streets, trying to get bigger,
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| Now he’s staring down the barrel of the nine
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| Pull the trigger.
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| Fed up with the slums, school had you stressed
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| You gave it your best, you still flunked every test
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| Next decision, you had to make with precision
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| If you slip up on this one you get cut like an incision
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| But the choice was yours, ARMY,
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| Momma cried as you said your last good byes
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| You told us that you wanted to be all you can be WAR, that sh*t is history,
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| Until you found yourself in the heat of the battle fighting
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| Gas, guns, grenades, bombs igniting,
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| Back at home mom and dad, whole family waited
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| Check the news every evening to catch the latest
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| Hoping and praying we would see you again,
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| Worried as hell asking forgiveness for your sins,
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| Then the day came, we got the letter in the mail
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| What’s war good for? |
| It’s hard to tell. |