| I keep the weapon on my dick say for your bitch, that's a fact
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| Since I died I broke my mind now I can never go back
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| Keep it tricky, like double SX, I keep my bitches intact
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| That .45 stay within reach, I put six shots in your back
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| Pop the arches watch me rock it to my zone, I'm a rocket
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| Then I'ma roll it, no stoppin'
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| I got that dope in my pocket
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| I got that anger inside of me
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| Know the reaper be proud of me
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| Got my beeper beeping off the hook
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| Your bitch, she be watchin' me
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| I don't blame her though (Though)
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| I keep that blammer low (Low)
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| My wrist is frostbit (Bit)
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| My neck is ten below (What?)
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| It's the return of the pimp, I keep a clip in if they trippin'
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| Thеy can dish it but can't take it, they fake it, that's whеre we differ
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| I think I just want what's missin', I fix it up then I break it
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| My mind is made up of hate now your body is in a vacant
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| I really gotta go, your money running low
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| Running on empty, never gonna be me or anyone I know |