| Mnn
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| Man, uh Shit stay happen
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| Ya know
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| Its crazy dog
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| Its off the hook
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| But you know
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| Real niggas survive
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| No regardless
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| Them heartless
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| Who is this I see, comin’through, its like 3
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| On the a.m., I’ma rob this nigga
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| An when I’m done, I’ma slay him
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| For bein’stupid like, comin’through after 1 or 2
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| And havin’a gun that he couldn’t get to Yeah, that one’ll do Foolish niggas learn the hard way, then I teach 'em
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| Be in the wrong place at the wrong time, then I leach 'em
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| Like Jigga said, niggas test you
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| When your gun goes warm
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| So I keep 'em scattering
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| Like roaches, when the light turns off
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| From night to dawn
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| Right from wrong
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| Hope no way
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| 3−57 slugs with a snub nose, dray eight
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| Settin’all you bitches straight (what)
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| Squashin’all beefs
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| To the point where the police
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| Be blockin’all streets
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| Got me trapped up in the building
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| But you know how that go I stay fucking with the hood rats
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| And I run up in the rab hole
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| Run through the hallway
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| See police, face to face
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| And bein’I’m tellin’you this story
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| Means I caught another case
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| Its either you or me And more than likely, its gonna be you, than me Aiight? |
| Feel me O Day 2 of the saga
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| This fuckin’drama continues
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| Wakin’up like every 2 hours, lookin’out my window
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| Plus I keep the 4−4 pointed at the door
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| Just in case, when they bust in, I bust them
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| And I’m gunnin’for the face
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| What a waste of potential is what my teachers used to tell me You can always get a job and cheap shit they tried to sell me Got me no where but broke and fucked up in the game
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| But now I got a name, and niggas know my name
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| Knock of the door police, we lookin’for a man
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| Killed a couple of cops last night and the reward is ten grand
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| I play like a bitch Its just me here, and I’m not dressed
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| And that guy sounds kinda dangerous, I hope you make an arrest
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| That was a close one, now I know I gotta get outta the city
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| Cuz I know I’m hotter than lave, I’m holla the mouth
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| Got my dog on the horn, he like
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| Fuck, you done did it They a ran up in my crib, nigga, pattin down my kid (dial tone)
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| Put the harness on the dog, load up the weapons
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| Murder’s on my mind, no half steppin'
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| Motherfuckers want war, you can get it,
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| Cuz I’m tired of runnin', remember me as the nigga that died gunnin'
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| Kamakaze mission, C-4 strapped to the chest
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| Run up in that joint, raw dog, fuck the vest
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| They can keep theirs, cuz it won’t be the slugs that’ll kill 'em
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| It’ll be the raw of the C-4 as I’m bringin’down the building
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| When I go, taking a bunch of the motherfuckers with me I ain’t sittin around
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| waiting for them faggot niggas to come and get me I bring it to 'em, service with a smile
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| What nigga? |
| Didn’t know a dog with rabies was up in the cut, nigga?
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| Now that you finally findin’out what this shit means
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| I’m at the precinct, 116th
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| Run up in there
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| Open up my jacket You muthafuckers lookin’for me?
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| Well here I am Now you comin’with me
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| (Explosion)
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| Man, that shit is crazy baby
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| Can you dig it, can you dig it, can you feel it, is you wit it Its off the hook y’all |