| Yeah
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| It’s all real, nigga
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| This shit for my niggas, man
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| This shit for all my niggas
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| Yeah
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| It’s all real
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| Look, Look
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| I do this shit for Machine Gun Black
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| Traded my talent to rap to get Machine Gun back
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| Ask around, they’d tell you Machine run rap
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| When I’m still in the hood letting my machine gun clap
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| Rest in peace
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| You was just smoking in my kitchen
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| Not even ten days later a nigga smoked him and I miss him
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| There’s some shooters I know that’s in position
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| You see 'em, make sure you lock 'em in the scope so you don’t miss 'em
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| Like Harold and Mielenz, they left them at the intersection
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| The streets giving lessons
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| It’s like I’ve been to more funerals than I’ve been to weddings
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| And the shit is depressing
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| Can’t leave the house unless I pick up my chrome
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| I’m tired of hearing bad news when I pick up my phone
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| One of my man’s little sisters got hit in the dome
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| Pour some liquor turn this shit
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| I promise you not alone
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| I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace nigga)
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| I know that one day we’ll meet again
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| If you ever lost some real one in these streets
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| Light up your brain drink away the pain
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| Pour out some liquor to the pavement
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| This for them niggas that sold drugs for the sport
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| Federal sentence are to the judge in the court
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| When he heard all of them numbers he ain’t even bust
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| His own homies snitched on him, damn, where’s the love
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| D Black got clapped, I cried for a week straight
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| When Big Dog got bodied I couldn’t sleep straight
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| The last time I see a rock n roll beef face
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| We was probably laughing at Jim’s havin' a cheesesteak
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| Pour out some liquor for my niggas are lost
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| Used to think about Doughboy when I was whipping the salt
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| Niggas almost killed me, only twisted my jaw
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| When Prodigy died that shit hurt
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| My nigga Lord Flee called my phone going berzerks
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| And that shit hurt me more 'cause I felt his pain
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| So we gon' hold this grimmy shit down in Prodigy name
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| Motherfucker
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| I lost some real ones to these streets (Rest in peace nigga)
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| I know that one day we’ll meet again
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| If you ever lost some real one in these streets
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| Light up your brain drink away the pain
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| Pour out some liquor to the pavement |