| They got my back to the wall
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| Nobody to turn to, nobody I can trust
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| I used to have friends
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| But all I could think about was hustlin
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| That was then, this is now
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| And this is how I must be A loose cannon, with a cannon
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| Nobody can trust me When half the world is sayin «fuck me»
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| The other half will fear me Shit both halves will make one whole
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| But nothing can dare those cowards to come near me Yeah they hear me, but fuck that
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| I want them cats to feel me Cuz to feel me, is to know Ill be a problem till they kill me Its from sun-up to sun-down
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| Got my gun up, and ima run down
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| On any ass coward that feelin that I cant get down
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| Im a nightmare, the nigga thats always right there
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| Borderline, with two lines, a little too heavy to fight fair
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| Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that
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| And drag to where your top at And guaranteed that I dropped that
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| You cant top that
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| Im here to put them rumors to rest
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| Fuck the past
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| Fuck the present
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| Im the future in the flesh
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| Im the chrome before the storm
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| Im the buzz before the storm
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| Im the screech before the crash
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| Im the click before the blast
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| Im the rise before the fall
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| Im the loss before the gain
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| Vacant lot will keep it hot
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| Cuz we the future of this game
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| Coke game to sober
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| We takin rap over
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| Either roll with us or you gettin rolled over
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| But pardon, niggaz is too hard for your squadron
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| Evacuate the buildin, save all the women and children
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| No way around it, niggaz comin in thousands
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| M17s, grenades, and four-pounders
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| All you grimmy niggaz get the fuck from round us Yall the same cock-housers from the blocks to gouchers
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| Celebratin is the the feelin when I catch a fake vilian
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| Send him brick style in the ceilin of an abandonded building
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| Feel me? |
| yall got to, Im the voice of theory
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| My advice? |
| keep rappin you aint no where near me Spillin blood for the dead, God bless them dearly
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| And look straight to the heavens so I know that he hear me My shit fluxuate from the drop seven, to the wide bodied eight
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| Up on in corner, with the sweeper I let the body gate
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| When I do niggaz, its how I do niggaz
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| And two niggaz got nothin for me When they saw me looked the other way and tried to ignore me I put holes, like foot holes, in niggaz buttholes
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| Stomp a mudhole, when I cut hoes, the fuckin blood flows
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| That was bustin niggaz wide, I was 10 when I died
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| Now Im walkin dead with the infared by my side
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| Keepin niggaz in line like a parade
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| Then they scatter like roaches when they get sprayed with raid
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| Like a grenade, playin with spades is the plan
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| Now what part of suck my dick dont you understand?
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| Better act like you know or get smacked like your hoe
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| When you straped, toe to toe, but cant strap with the flow
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| And I gets down for mine, with the crime
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| And if I gots to do time, fuck it I dont mind
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| I handle my business and I shoot snitches
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| Cuz I know nowadays niggaz is more ass than loose bitches
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| Its all good, Im still out
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| Knock on wood, robbin niggaz like my last name is hood
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| Cuz I could, go with that mob that goes out to rob
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| That mad scheme to get cream without the job
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| I house more niggaz than a shelter
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| And if a nigga ever felt a, heltah skeltah
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| Itd would melt away, cuz the pain is too much to bear
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| Let the dead be dark while the dark is here |