| Judge not, less you be judged first
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| Die nigga, die nigga
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| Look thru my eyes, see what, see what I see
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| Do as I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet
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| Then know why I do dirt in the street
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| Burnin in hell, but don’t deserve to be Got niggas I don’t even know that wanna murder me Just because they’ve heard of me And they know that the Dark is for real
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| The bark is for real, when you see that spark it’ll kill
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| Be poppin, robbin and chill, take it over there bark wit’it
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| From Ohio to Cali to Baltimore back to New York wit’it
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| Come through flyin', a 129
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| Up the school street cuz I come through mine
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| Barking my dogs, get at me nigga
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| Arf arf arf, get at me nigga
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| What the deal is, never forget what real is Them cats that used to say X is the best know he still is Can’t help but feel this, putting goosebumps on your arms
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| Take you there if you want but I lose chunks with the bomb
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| Then come for the star
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| Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and it’s getting warm
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| Feel me yo
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| — repeat 2X
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| I can understand why y’all niggas is scared of me And why the big dogs never wanted to play fair with me Cuz I leave blood wherever I go, wherever I flow
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| Wherever I blow niggas who know I can go, feel me yo What is it about the Dark that gets niggas where they about to spark
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| About to bark, take it to the heart cuz it’s real like that
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| Give him chills, but do I make him feel like that
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| Shit is real, what you don’t know is gon’getcha
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| With the steal, what you don’t know is gon’splitcha
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| I can blaze tracks, make niggas play raps and raise stacks
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| Payback’s a bitch, didn’t you used to say that?
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| Play around in dirt, you get mud
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| Cause you know, I can either spread love or shed blood
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| And bloodshed turns the mud red and real sticky
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| Or I can hit you from roof, make it a quicky
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| For real
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| I bear my soul, niggas wouldn’t dare, my role
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| Gives a nigga a heart of gold but with a hole
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| Lost all control, my shoulders hold a lot of weight
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| Just like first I’m sold an eight, then told it’s not an eight
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| But then it’s out of state, and it’s too late for changes to be made
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| That’s what I get for fucking with strangers in the shade
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| This is it, that nigga’s got to give me a place
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| For the same reason that fate, chose to give me away
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| Take away hate, now I’m supposed to love the one that cursed me The one that wouldn’t give me a cup of water when I was thirsty
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| It was always his versus me, but now I gotta teach him
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| Personal feelings put aside, cuz now I gotta reach him
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| What I’d like to do is turn my head, like I don’t know him
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| But it seems like I’ve been called on to show him
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| So I’ma show him
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| And if you never met me, then you’ve no right to judge me
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| I’ve got a good heart but this heart can get ugly
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| — repeat 2X
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| Feel the pain, feel the joy, of a man who was never a boy
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| For real
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| Arf arf, arf arf arf |