| Well fuck you too
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| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how i gotta be
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| With a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fuckin wit me I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how I gotta be
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| With a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| I couldn’t trust a nigga in my family
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| So how the fuck you think I could trust you
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| You don’t understand me
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| I got problems too, my mama just died
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| And I can’t stop drinkin on O. E
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| And I’m predicting my death
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| My guts is bleeding, I can feel it in me
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| I don’t want no body at my funeral
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| So fuck you fake ass bitches
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| Cause all you wanted was my riches
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| I wasn’t even rich
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| I made you think that
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| I was with a fucked up record company
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| But now I’m right back
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| Its all siccmade music though, that’s how Paul made it
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| So fuck blackmarket
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| But shouts to X- raided
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| Nigga we go way back
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| Fate will keep us apart
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| I don’t give a fuck what them niggas are telling you
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| Nigga, you in my heart
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| And I hope I’m in yours
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| But if I’m not, Damn
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| Just another relationship in the frying pan
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| I gotta
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| Expand the plans seperate from the haters
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| But if you ever in my town hit me up when you touch down
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| So many niggas been waitin to drop
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| Half of em talkin dirty about your rip gut up partna
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| Funk startin up for nothin, no lovin
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| Shit, the heat is in the oven
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| If you ready to cook somethin don’t make me have to hook somethin
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| For mean muggin
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| Cause niggas flip quicker than bombs at you
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| You on me one minute and the next they flipping hate in their sentences
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| But that ain’t gonna get you no scratchola
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| Because the worlds cold like the polar
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| You can get your bullet proof coat or you can get tore up
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| Well fuck you too
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| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me
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| I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how its gotta be
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| With a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me
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| I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how I gotta be
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| With a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| Shit I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how I gotta be
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| With a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m straight O. G
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| I paid for my own mama’s funeral
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| I know you don’t give a fuck
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| I just felt that you should know
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| When you supporting me, just the know the shit I spit is real
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| And if I was to kill, you can have this on cd so you can know the fucking deal
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| From '91 to 2 mil
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| All I knew was siccmade
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| Nobody wanted to kick it then
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| So all I could do was get paid
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| Dropped a couple tapes and I had to change up
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| Niggas threw a curve in the game
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| And the game got stranger
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| But I be the re-arranger
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| Call me yo homie then yo stranger
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| Hit em up wit one finger
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| One thumb, never high anger
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| And the thing was mother fuckers didn’t love me
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| See me in the streets and it could get ugly
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| Like the inside of an ass crack
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| IS that real beef or can we move passed that?
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| I’ll be the last dragon
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| Pants saggin
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| Magnum in the black cat
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| For these niggas because they faulty like dreamcast
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| Get dumped in the casket
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| Now I don fucked my whole career up
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| Because the millimeter blasted
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| But I put them out the fastest
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| And that’s real
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| That shit spill bloody molasses
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| Dump slugs out to coup de ville
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| Because me and my homie really don’t give a fuck
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| We peel yourself if we got to
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| Drop you
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| Way down in the cut
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| Where niggas can forget all about you
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| Doubt you
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| Feel you can touch me anyway nigga
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| You better stay wit about 50 pounds of heat a day nigga
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| And all them niggas that hate
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| You know they envy you
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| I wouldn’t have learned it but its obvious
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| You know this niggas don’t wanna squab wit us
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| Puff them up like puffy stuff
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| That’s definite
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| Pull the trigger
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| Leaving nothing left
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| Then clean up your whole set with it
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| The block is gonna represent
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| That’s why I’m throwing up the double c’s
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| You talking about fuck me nigga
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| Well fuck you too
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| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah that’s how I gotta be
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| Wit a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| Shit I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me I’ll have your whole crew any day
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah thats how I gotta be
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| Wit a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G
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| Shit I know I gotta die soon anyway
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| Fucking with me I have you bustin niggas anyday
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| Duckin the heat
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| Yeah thats how I gotta be
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| Wit a murder on my shoulders
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| Now I’m a straight O. G |