| Now tell me, just let me get you now
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| Ya right there God
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| Innocent bystanders
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| You can’t do that
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| What up God? |
| (Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes)
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| Come. |
| come follow me
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| (Smiling faces. smiling faces. sometimes)
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| Come follow me on this journey of deep darkness
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| Where most niggas bust off slugs and do robberies
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| The victims are some known and some unknown
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| While the good die yound and the bad makes it home
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| Here’s an innocent bystander, shot while out, random
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| By this kid named Ty who received his first handgun
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| Bobby’s hot from two shots that tore his knot
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| Now the doctor prescribed, he might not live long?
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| He got his vest on, suited up with army fatigues
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| To find this kid, and make sure I make his ass bleed
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| Now we multiple by six, a pick and mad up the fast?
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| Flintch, nigga move and ya bound to get hit
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| We tied his rich, the nigga started screamin like a bitch
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| Now his eyes red, blood drippin out of his head
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| Is he dead? |
| No, never take his motherfuckin?
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| His last request, asked to remove his last breathe
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| Grabbed his chest and separated the head from the neck
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| Now? |
| to make a meal with your man from out of state
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| You first mistake, hated the nigga who sells weights
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| On the corner, fifth and eighth is where he caught the mad papes
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| He once moved faster than a rock off the place
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| Set up a plate, called over to this gril named Chase
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| Her skin is smooth,? |
| than a buck-fifty inch
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| Dressed up in lace, watered hair, long, black and fake
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| Her skin is caped, nails done up by fuckin stakes
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| Gotta somethin to make, checkmate, the plan is goin great
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| He asked the name, my friends call me?
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| He didn’t know the plan was to stop his money flow
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| He lay in the land of the dreams, saw how to suck Stacy’s toes
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| Now Mr. Large comes in from the back row
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| ]From where I stand, it looked like he had a fo'-fo'
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| His mistakes, ah, she burns rubber from the Ac'
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| Now the nigga lays, just lays flat on his back
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| Her surprise, he didn’t look with his right eye
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| Or the third eye, now the streets rain bloody murder
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| The nigga lost, caught two slugs from a a thug
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| In his mug, another body bagged, was drugged
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| Smilling faces, smiling faces. |
| sometimes (x8) |