| Parachutes deploy with minimal noise
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| You being visited by the hammer boys
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| Motion detectors won’t even protect you
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| You shoulda followed directions down to the last letter
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| Crossed your T’s and dotted your I’s
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| Got caught skimming frosting from the top of the pie
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| That’s your fault, can’t feel sorry for you
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| I’m filling the vault, casualties of war what’s a loss when you a boss
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| We gotta break a couple legs
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| If everybody at the table deserves to be fed
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| Tough guys organized crime I was led
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| Down a pathway of dollar signs and bloodshed
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| But still kept a positive attitude
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| Can’t keep shoo-shooing with you if I’m really on the move
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| Progress to the next stage, next phase
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| The feds thought I had my hands all in that point shave
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| Associated, affiliated
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| The pro’s and con’s to having your face on that front page, kid
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| Lavish surroundings, Impalas with blades
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| Exotic sports cars parked on the lawn every which way
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| Lady assassin, two-day travel, carry out plays
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| Diamond heist baby carrying out trays
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| Keep the E in it, Chevy’s on switches nigga
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| We smoking weed in it, laughing in our pictures
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| Wouldn’t talk about it if niggas didn’t live it
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| If you don’t believe it then you could come and visit
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| If you need to see it then ask one of your bitches
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| If she bad she probably kick it
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| She so glad she did it
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| And its hurting you to admit it |