| Yeah, back from the dead
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| Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
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| Who’s white or black, it’s a rare package
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| Get smacked if you said that I’m neck and neck with these square rappers
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| My guest room’s got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
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| No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
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| Watching you, learning you
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| Word to Pac, I’m plottin' to murder you
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| Should of thought and occured to you
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| My next album flop, then I’m goin pop, like Nelly
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| With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
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| Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
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| Might burn a couple bridges, I’m losing by double digits
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| I gotta do somethin'
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| Fightin' depression I’m trying my nigga
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| But everytime I think about it I’m cryin' my nigga
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| Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
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| I reak of the scent of a vendetta that’s deep
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| I’m playing for keeps, but you ain’t think I’d bounce back
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| They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
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| Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
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| Another twenty on the way you see it
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| I got a fish for a dollar you see it
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| Five hundred for the Js you see it
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| I get money out the ass you see it
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| I thought I’d never see the day you see it
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| They put a price on my head you see it
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| But they don’t ever have to pay you see it
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| I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
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| Cause heaven seems a million miles away
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| I dreamed of all the things that I would say
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| On that day
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| But for now I’m cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
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| Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
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| Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
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| Tell my story I’m just hopin' they’ll listen
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| Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
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| Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
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| I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
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| Yeah
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| Omission’s usually, an admission to guilt
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| Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
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| You get nothin', no love
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| Zip, zero, zilch
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| We don’t mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
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| There’s a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
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| Kiss of death, let’s put the rest all to tedious bits
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| Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
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| Bitch nigga when could never relate
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| Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
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| You learn that at bird school, or somethin'
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| You eaten that bird food, or somethin'
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| You sick with that bird flu, or somethin'
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| That’s my word, cause every where I turn
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| When folks I known for years, that couldn’t pronounce my name
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| And asking me for pics, there’s something bout this game
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| It’s somethin' for the bitches, it’s somethin' for the bitches |