| 'Cause the boys in the hood
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| Knowin' nothin' in life
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| Rest in peace Eric Wright
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| Let’s get it
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| Fourth hour lunch with Clue, Terrance, Will, Pierre, and Mike Stew and Bullock
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| Back when me and Gopher had to share a slice
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| Used to have fear of flights
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| Scrubbin' my toothbrush on a pair of Nikes
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| The strap with my shank for niggas scared to fight who love to carry knifes
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| They always warned me what came with the murder game, and rest assured me that
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| it carry life
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| For that Columbus run, I had been through Gary twice
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| Twenty Joe Montanas touchin' down on my Jerry Rice
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| Eighty in my secret garden, I tuck the Barry White
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| Look like a tomato in my cup, mixed with Cherry Sprite
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| Somethin' like Fredo in the cut, that’s a scary sight
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| Had that man afraid to look up, these niggas scared of heights
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| Lord, if I go to Hell, can I still wear my ice?
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| And if I did, just let me take my strig and a pair of dice
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| Told my mama, «Don't pray for me, pray for these parasites»
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| We pray for Paris, now we on the terrace out in paradise
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| Where we at? |