| Hey yo, D! |
| It’s your nigga D!
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| What the fuck, you forgot about me?
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| You’ve been eatin' real good lately
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| Didn’t get a shout out on your last album, what, you hate me?
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| Said I was your dog
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| Said I was your nigga that let you see it all through the fog
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| Said I was your mans and them
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| And any problem that you had I would handle them
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| Ayo, dog, it’s like this, I fuck with you lightly
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| ‘Cause I knew if I fucked with you too deep you’d bite me
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| Get mad at me, send niggas wantin' to fight me
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| Whole time you fucked with me you didn’t like me
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| Dog, where you hear that? |
| Pssh, niggas talk
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| Plus you know how shit flow in New York:
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| Walls have ears, buildings heard
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| Supposed to be shhhhhh, but spill the word
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| Everywhere that I go, everything that I see
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| Every place that I touch, I feel him fuckin' with me
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| I’m gonna fly…
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| Why you lie?
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| Told me it was Ryde or Die
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| I’m gonna fly…
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| Eye for an eye
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| What happened to my piece of the pie?
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| Now, dog, you know me better than that
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| I could put you ahead of the pack instead of the back
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| I could have niggas sellin' tapes instead of the crack
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| Could have niggas fallin' down with lead in they back
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| Ain’t much that I can’t do when I want to
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| I don’t really need you; |
| nigga, fuck you!
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| WHAT?!
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| Nah, I’m just playin'; |
| got a wife and kids?
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| Good thing they ain’t come across them triflin' kids…
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| Yo, what you mean by that? |
| Mean by what?
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| You’se a grimy nigga f’real, I see what’s up!
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| I don’t even know why I fucked with you from the door!
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| ‘Cause you know I can give you what you wanted and more
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| I could’ve got it from Him! |
| But you would’ve had to wait!
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| But I wouldn’t have the weight! |
| C’mon, don’t hate!
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| What happened to the right hand, Light Man?
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| Nah, that’s Dark Man! |
| Well, let’s get it right then!
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| Now I see you for who you are, it’s like I know you
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| So I can’t trust you as far as I can throw you!
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| Oh you don’t know, you are the reason
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| That I go through what I go through? |
| Let me show you!
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| Didn’t I promise you a Benz, lots of friends,
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| Countless pairs of Timbs, endless ends?
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| Yeah, but what did it cost me?
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| My life to be taken softly; |
| man, back the fuck up off me!
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| Don’t fuck with me like that when I fuck with you like this
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| Don’t come at me like that when you know that you might miss!
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| Go on about your business!
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| If any cat you send my way, ain’t gon' be no witness!
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| Lord Jesus, C’mon, dog, look who you’re fuckin'
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| Please help me Whassup, dog? |
| Man, you buggin'
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| Keep the Devil Thug life, thought we was tight
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| Out of my life! |
| I’ll be back, aight? |
| Psych!
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| Everywhere that I go, everything that I see
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| Every place that I touch, I feel him fuckin' with me
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| I’m gonna fly…
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| Why you lie?
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| Told me it was Ryde or Die
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| I’m gonna fly…
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| Eye for an eye
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| What happened to my piece of the pie? |