| So you wanna be a bad man but you’re barely a bad boy
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| Keep going and the way you keep going
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| Not before long you’ll see you’ll only gonna be a sad boy
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| Yea you’re hot right now but you ain’t the only my boy
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| Keep it up, you’ll get stopped boy
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| It will be very inconvenient
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| You’ll be coughin up blood like a idiot
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| And your recovery won’t be immediate
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| And the healing pain — you’ll be feeling it
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| If you don’t wanna die cold just come off the road
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| It’s simple, it won’t take a genius
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| I know your body on lock and you use the hardest
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| You’re on this ting and your game’s the largest
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| But everything you stand for is retarded
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| The grim reaper will disregard it
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| You wear your face on a t-shirt? |
| Fine
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| But I ain’t gonna put that face on mine
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| I fuck a few, no I ain’t got time
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| So you’d better just welcome your mind
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| You’ve got a brain, start using it
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| You’ve got a chance in life, stop abusing it
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| It will be a damn waste just losin it
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| But if you wanna be a G go through with it
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| You’d better watch your back
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| 'Cause these awful friends ain’t got yo back
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| And the haters will gonna try hold you back
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| And the die your way -it'll stab your back
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| And you’re only gonna wanna go get em whacked
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| When you go too fast no turning back
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| What’s done is done, can’t take it back
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| So you better wise up and face the facts
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| Way you proving, think you’re on top but you’re really losing
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| Cruising for a bruising, it ain’t amusing
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| It won’t be a joke when you’re on the news 'cause of the way you’re movin
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| There’s no excusing, you should be choosing life in a Jacuzzi instead you’re
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| screaming sue you
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| What you know about today shootings?
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| If you ain’t been spaced you ain’t even been to too here
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| Can’t do a drive-by with no car
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| And if you shoot you may never get far
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| You’re baked, everybody knows who you are
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| So you might as well say it’s apart
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| If you’re doing it to impress the hoes
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| Same hoe when you’re locked up will fuck yo bro
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| Should be walkin, start touchin toes
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| Suckin slow, aloud in yo face, what the fuck do you know?
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| Every time I look at my hublot
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| It reminds me I’m a bust so you go
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| I’d let you get your stars strapped but you ain’t got a clue tho
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| I know you’re gonna make it, who knows?
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| But keep your head in your books and stay away from them crooks
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| And mind your mouth because these niggas shoot
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| And the gangsta shit, it ain’t quite what it looks
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| So take the half and take note for the hook off
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| You’d better watch your back
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| 'Cause these awful friends ain’t got yo back
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| And the haters will gonna try hold you back
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| And the die your way -it'll stab your back
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| And you’re only gonna wanna go get em whacked
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| When you go too fast no turning back
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| What’s done is done, can’t take it back
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| So you better wise up and face the facts
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| Yo cousin! |
| I know you’re not budgin
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| It makes no difference to me, I’m buzzin
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| My floss comin down, a dozen it’s really laughin
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| It’s like you in a hurry to die, why you rushin
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| You’re only gonna suffer when the wall comes crashin
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| And it called your bluffin, he could a hard something
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| You still facin the fact, ain’t nobody’s laughin
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| Make a wrong move and you’re gonna get tucked in
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| Gonna rushed in, ain’t no need, feelin discustin
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| You can’t go piss cause you’re ain’t even plugged in
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| The key to life is not a fuck thing
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| Ain’t no trust in fucks, there’s no love king
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| Crime don’t pay unless you do the ig
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| And if you do your bid be ready to deal with
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| The bullshit, stress, the haters and the pigs
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| So don’t be so fast and try being a kid, just live
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| You’d better watch your back
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| 'Cause these awful friends ain’t got yo back
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| And the haters will gonna try hold you back
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| And the die your way -it'll stab your back
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| And you’re only gonna wanna go get em whacked
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| When you go too fast no turning back
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| What’s done is done, can’t take it back
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| So you better wise up and face the facts |