| Constantly in danger, shit, trouble always seems to find me
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| Constantly in danger, I can’t stay away from this shit
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| Constantly in danger, to crime I ain’t no stranger
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| Test me, damn sure I’m gonna bang ya
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| I’ve been known to do what I gotta do
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| I hang with a hardass crew called TRU
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| Motherfucking feds, they wanna plot
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| They really think a nigga open up shop
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| I make millions, huh, off of words
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| I ain’t got time to scold g’s off of burbs
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| Bulletproof vest on my chest
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| And bulletproof windshields to catch the rest
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| Of a punkass nigga muthafucka round
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| Ain’t that cold, a nigga sware I had eight pounds
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| I keep an eye on my rear view
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| My money bigger, huh, so I got a bigger gun too
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| I keep V-90 with me, if you want me come get me
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| You shoot first bitch you better hit me
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| I keep a close eye on a stranger
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| Nigga, heh, cause I’m constantly in danger
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| The world is mine cause I’m in it, and danger means No Limit
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| The world is mine, fool, cause I’m in it, my veins pump No Limit
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| The world is mine cause I’m in it, and danger means No Limit
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| Anamocity, got them haters plottin and got them feds watchin
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| Tryin to twist a bitch up in knots
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| With that he said she said pointing at me
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| Trying to connect the dots, get me locked up for consperacy
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| Now who that say she knew that, said she did that
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| With that nigga that got TRU on his bizzack
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| Forget that, we so legit black, we hard to get at so get back
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| Cause it’s a fizzact that we gonna stizack
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| Dollars, those down from day one we gonna holler
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| Devour those in our path shots follow
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| Knock ya dick in the dust, nigga trust
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| Momma bust behind the green bills marked in god we trust
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| And it’s a must I represent for my tank dogs
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| Us against the world so when we come get out the way y’all
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| Soldier boys and one girl down for a freefall
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| The industry stranglers, TRU, always live in danger
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| Constantly I keep an eye on my enemies
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| I’m having dreams of a motherfucker bury me
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| I won’t rest till I make a bitch nigga bleed
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| I’m gettin paid by the gat and the triple beam
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| All my love is for the thugs on the block
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| Evil thoughts keep telling me to bust on the cops
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| Bullet wounds in my back keep me paranoid
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| I’m hearing gunshots, ducking behind cars
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| Will I end up in the grave or the penetentary?
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| Oh god, don’t let the reaper capture me
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| I started off as a street thug
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| Convicted felon with tatooes and street blood
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| A second chance when I came back to life
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| Niggas dying if I think they ain’t down right
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| My motherfucking pain turn to anger
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| Nigga, I’m constantly in danger |