| We put too much work in
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| Seen too many cold days, too many nights servin
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| It’s been tried, we will survive
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| CNN rise, keep street ties
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| We got a hundred niggas strong
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| A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong
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| You can’t murder what’s dead
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| We walk the pavement with, one in the head
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| Now what I stands for I rise for, my man’s who I die for
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| Blows frontline in the war, despise law
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| I’m built to be guilty, filthy, dirty, rich
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| Niggas wanna kill me 'fore I’m thirty-six
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| Stop my lifeline, I’m tryin to hundred thousand dollar car and ice mine
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| Predicate felon, lifetime
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| Consecutive cases, no respect for racists, haters hate this
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| Hope to trade places, and piss where my grave is
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| I lay this down, I blaze this pound I’ma say this now
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| Fuck around and I’ma chastise
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| You ain’t that wise, I’m out to capitalize
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| My cap size is nine milli, leave you slumpin back in your ride
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| My hood sit on bloody acres, parallel to my maker
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| I squeeze vertical a fiend I’m servin you
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| What dirt’ll do to virginal niggas, is get 'em kilt
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| Filled with hot lead, but not by the feds, who wanna see me dead?
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| You can’t killlll, me
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| We put too much work in
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| Seen too many cold days, too many nights hurtin
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| You can’t killlll, me
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| It’s been tried, we will survive
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| CNN rise, keep street ties
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| You can’t killlll, me
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| We got a hundred niggas strong
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| A hundred niggas armed to kill you right or wrong
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| You can’t killlll, me
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| You can’t murder what’s dead
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| We walk the pavement with, one in the head
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| I can’t believe what I saw, through the eyes of the corner
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| I had warrants on each name, aliases in each state
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| I got caught, what the hell did I thought?
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| Turkey bacon or turkey ham, it’s pork
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| It’s the same thing, you should look how I walk
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| The gun make me lean to the left, I saw it and repped
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| Look for the moment to step, Mo-e' I’m wet
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| The judge know I caught a nigga and I beat him to death
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| But it’s okay, I go jet ski in the Bay
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| Away from New York, and go lay up in L. A
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| I know intelligent niggas that move dough
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| Leave out of the hood, and lose all of they shit
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| Well I don’t lose nuttin, I learned how to mix with other cultures
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| Other vultures, niggas know I leave my path
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| Kneeds the math, it’s good like the Haitian hash
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| It’s amazin, you know my nigga Maze won’t crash, it go
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| As long as blood in my vein flows niggas gon' hate
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| Wish on my death date, give my description, to the plain clothes
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| Rely on my fate, remain cold
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| Like lost souls to the crossroads, guns I been bought those
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| I’m a legend, only if Lord knows
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| You can’t kill me and place me in Potter’s Field
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| Y’all niggas not as real
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| I predict that I’ma die squeezin, thug it through the five seasons
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| I place my trust in the heat, my higher bein
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| You cannot kill me, or have me leanin slumped on a project gate
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| With one in my stomach, barely breathin
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| My moms grievin, my wife cryin, my kid’s a bastard
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| I bust iron, fuck livin or dyin
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| Fools who work out get tight caskets
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| Niggas who merk out when I spray crash kid
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| That’s the way that I’m on it
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| — repeat to fade |