| Remove my game
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| And maybe lay it next to my name
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| Claim all my fame
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| And rearrange to burst out the frame
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| Burst up in flames
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| Too hot to try to shackle and chain
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| My name is Gangsta
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| And cooter ain’t a root in my vein
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| You know the biz the posse yeah I’m known for the flow
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| I keep in store
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| Nobodies gonna need anybody and that’s for sho
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| Cause see I take in all that I want
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| That’s off the wham
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| My style gonna put me right back in pocket sho nuff I am
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| The man with a plan to keep my big family up out the sun
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| And sheltered big old big body houses like this and uh
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| To me it ain’t a thatng in the world that can get me pissed
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| Except when I don’t carry that thang that can get me pissed
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| My list is full of shady lil monsters run with a pack
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| Infact yo act gonna get you so far back so call on black
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| True friend indeed I feed off the words of G.O.D
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| That’s probably why I keep it so tight cause he’s one with me |