| I ain’t goin back to jail
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| Next time, the county or the state see me
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| It’s gonna be in a bag
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| Uhh! |
| this is it baby!
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| End of the road, ha hah!
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| When you a dawg, you a dawg for life!
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| You don’t hear me though, you don’t hear me though
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| You don’t hear me though, c’mon, c’mon!
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| Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
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| From the friday the 13th, ghetto jason
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| Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
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| Out that s-class for fakin, forty-fo' blast
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| Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
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| Ain’t no love here, just slugs here
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| Kids know the half you get plugged here, that’s just impossible
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| For the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
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| Third eye watchin you, watchin me
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| Throwin rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
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| Young g we was born to die, don’t cry for me
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| Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
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| Cause we family for better or worse, you and i
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| From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt
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| To be here, and each year, I’m pourin out more beer
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| For deceased peers, holdin fort
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| Police line 'do not cross', they found his corpse
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| In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
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| Homicide the crime method, add another
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| Killer verse to the murder record, the grand finale
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| Who wan' test me, c’mon!
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| Me shot pussy-hole fi fun
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| Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
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| Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
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| My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
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| In the stomach, he robbin niggas who pumpin
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| Lil' blood got popped, by the group home cat
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| Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
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| Fiend yellin out, who got those? |
| go and see
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| Shorty snot-nosed, he don’t floss but he got dough
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| Thug faces, fugitives runnin from court cases
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| Slugs shootin past for the love of drug paper
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| Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
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| And god’ll throw a beam of lightning down cause he feel us
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| May the next one, strike me down if I’m not the realest
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| The mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us
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| But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one’ll live
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| To get revenge, and we ride to the end
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| Bravehearts blow the lye with henn, and still rise
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| Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
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| And only five in, the belly of the beast
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| Didn’t wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
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| It’s irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
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| And got us niggas from the hood, hangin off his teeth
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| We slangin to eat, bringin the heat
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| Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh
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| Chorus: ja rule (repeat 2x)
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| When you a dawg you a dawg for life (ride or die)
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| My dawgs feel pain from love (see eye to eye)
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| Give us one shot at life (let us fly)
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| Come on niggas! |
| (we dawgs for life)
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| There’s mad money out here dawg
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| Mad money out here
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| What you tryin to get it? |
| (word up)
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| You gonna bust your gun to get it? |
| (tsh, whatever yo)
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| I hear you I hear you
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| Uhh, I’ve lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
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| Pinch myself to wake up, cause I know it’s a dream
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| Niggas that don’t know me see me and think i’ma rob em
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| Niggas that know me well see me and think i’ma problem
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| I’m just a nigga that’s misunderstood
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| But word to God I turn your last name to underwood
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| Cause if I see it, i’ma take it and run with it, that’s me
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| What type of bullshit is this nigga on? |
| that’s d
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| The dawg come and getcha outside
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| The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
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| Gun blows, bullets whistle, wouldn’t miss you
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| Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
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| Drama, it’s right here, how much you need?
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| Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed
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| How much you plead, for your life, you was a killer
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| And all the bitches comin up out that ass you feelin, gettin realer
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| Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
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| One more nine, c’mon cry nigga
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| It’s over! |
| this is the shit, that hits hard
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| You either the last one standing, or the last one to fall |