| Yo, guerilla war nigga, what
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| Guerilla war nigga, what what
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| Guerilla war nigga, what what
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| Guerilla war nigga, what what
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| Guerilla war nigga
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| It’s on Yo, y’all niggas don’t know the art of war
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| Now you dyin’and my gun’ll keep burstin''til your mama cryin'
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| I’m defying your whole crew, y’all niggas weak
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| It could be on officially if you had heart
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| Nigga your overrated, props old decaying
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| Not known for sprayin', what the fuck you sayin'
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| Your crew fell, you jeal', cuz mine doin’it
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| Yo quit the jealousy, let’s get the felonies
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| My niggas sellin’keys, your niggas sellin’dreams
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| Your plans ain’t precise, you need better schemes
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| Cuz yo, I ain’t tryin to lose another nigga
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| And if so enough blood is spilt to fill a river
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| And I’ll part the Red Sea like Moses dad
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| And smite my enemies despite the penalties
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| You could live like kings, but die from injuries
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| You about to be a memory nigga (You don’t want it!)
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| I don’t hate you, I despise you
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| I call you cocksucker, cuz it describes you
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| I know you wish you had a real crew, like I do Niggas’ll send shots and get props like my crew
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| Look at you nigga, you had status, most of that vanished
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| Y’all niggas has been, addicts, unestablished
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| What the fuck happened? |
| You had the block clickin'
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| Now you in denial, y’all are finished
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| You out position, but you no competition
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| To my niggas with heaters yo, we not feelin’you either, what
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| You wanna talk violent, but Sig P.'s for solution
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| I stalk silent, when I precede execution
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| Taught by the, realest niggas to walk the planet
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| With one thought you vanish, like the corp remanded
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| You on the ave with your weak mans frontin'
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| When you see my niggas comin'(You don’t want it!)
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| My nigga Biggie must have prophesized
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| When he said somebody got to die
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| I’m like the jackal, when I attack you die from gat wounds
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| Frank Nitty couldn’t do it that smooth
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| Life’s a bitch, I’m the pimp, you own Mad Duke’s crew
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| I proved you weak, you ride dick to eat
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| You ain’t real, ill, or prepared to kill
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| Man you better chill, you could get it for real
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| I live this life of gangstas, ever second it’s changin'
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| The enemy is rarely a stranger
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| The treachery in the heart cemented jealousy’s best friend
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| That’s the reason felonies will never end
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| How you feel is mutual, I don’t fear retaliation, I’m shootin’you
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| This is a mere evaluation, I do what you to scared to do Motherfucker I’m prepared, you don’t, want it nigga |