| When the sun go down Better stay out these streets
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| Everybody outside fixin' they beef dog
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| When the sun go down
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| Killers movin' in silence
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| Jits robbin' for fun dog no guidance
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| When the sun go down
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| Uh It’s street justice
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| My homies turn into dream crushers
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| The pastor leave us alone, but the codeine touch us
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| When the sun goes down
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| Molly transform the civilized to uncivilized
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| Choppers out the back windows and they symbolize
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| When the sun go down
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| Junkies coppin' them monkeys, pockets get chunky
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| Me and mine on that funky
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| We see our opposition get dumpin'
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| The chopper it rain
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| Two thousand hits of cocaine
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| My homies servin' and poppin' them thangs
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| We get to lurkin' and watchin' you playin'
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| And you come outside and you rockin your jewels on your neck
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| Streets they ain’t got no respect and you know it
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| You been talkin' for too long bout the shit that you got
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| Now you gon' have to show it
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| Cause dog when the sun go down
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| Streets turn to something new
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| Everybody ain’t who they seem
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| What it do
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| Dealers flip a half to a whole to a 2
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| I been on the road with the crew
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| Dog when the sun go down
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| Streets ain’t got no love for my crew
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| When you walk outside and everybody gon' start to shoot
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| Ay ay, they told me keep that fire on me
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| I told 'em folks you preachin' to the choir cause
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| When the sun goes down…
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| Better stay out these streets
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| Everybody outside fixin' they beef dawg
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| When the sun goes down…
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| Killers movin' in silence
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| Jits robbin' for fun dawg no guidance
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| When the sun goes down… You don’t want beef boy you don’t even know me
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| I’m takin' your wallet so reach for it slowly
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| I watch every move you make like it’s a Rollie
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| I’m rollin' to kill that boy? |
| drive
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| That’s a omen
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| Man i swear we do shit like the Romans
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| Killin' for fun in these streets
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| Man that shit way too barbaric
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| And that’s word to Conan
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| My boy here to lick or pound on
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| The fuck boy I loaned 'em
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| Never brought back what he owed 'em
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| Not in a holdin' cell but we do sell and we holdin'
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| You pussy and that’s why you foldin'
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| Shout out my jeweler the bond that we got is so golden
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| My whole clique they finna be frozen
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| I don’t who you got be beef with or who you opposing
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| Just make sure that you don’t get chosen
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| Cause dog
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| When the sun goes down…
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| Streets turn to something new
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| Red dots on your forehead out the blue
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| Dealers flip a half to a whole to a 2
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| Heard you got beef with the crew
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| What the fuck you gon do pussy
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| Streets ain’t got no love for my crew
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| When you walk outside and everybody gon' start to shoot
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| Ay ay, they told me keep that fire on me
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| I told 'em folks you preachin to the choir
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| Cuz when the sun goes down…
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| When the sun goes down
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| Better stay out these streets
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| Everybody
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| When the sun goes down
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| Killers movin' in silence |