| Uhh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
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| Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me
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| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me
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| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me
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| Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
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| Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me
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| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me
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| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me
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| When it rain, niggaz get wet, so stay dry (uh)
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| Don’t cross me, I compete to snake eye (woo)
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| You just lost me, like yo' shadow in the dark (uh-huh)
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| Fucked around and forced me to hit the shadow with the spark (UHH)
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| Blew your shit apart -- now it’s two halves of one nigga
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| «Look at him,» I said after a few laughs, «Dumb nigga!
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| Stupid is as stupid does -- cocksucker (WHAT?)
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| And look what being stupid does, get you shot sucker (WHAT?)
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| I let you get too close and you bit me (uh)
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| I told you nah for too long, you tried to hit me
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| Thought you was wit me (uhh)
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| Well you might as well forget me, cause from this point on (uh-huh)
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| it’s war, it won’t stop until one of us is gone» (c'mon!)
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| I’m still mad at myself for lettin that shit go down (UHH)
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| Somebody shoulda told me, I was fuckin wit a clown (aight?)
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| And I think they found and let. |
| you. |
| nigga. |
| drown
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| . |
| you know how shit get around
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| Jadakiss (repeat 2X)
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| Used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
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| Screamed RYDE OR DIE, I thought you would die wit me
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| Found out you a bitch, you can’t even ryde wit me
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| (Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| Now it’s a war, and you ain’t on the side wit me
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| (Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
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| Aiyyo X fuck them niggaz, them niggaz ain’t your dogs
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| Better treat like some cats and shake they ass to the floor
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| Been seen the foul shit, put the guns in em
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| Lil' wannabe you’s, so why you run wit em?
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| You can’t trust niggaz no further than you can throw em
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| You don’t wanna murder the niggaz, then you blow em
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| He usin yo' style, that make him yo' child
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| Then he shouldn’t make a move til he hear it from yo' mouth
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| We don’t allow snakes — runnin wit dogs
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| Tell them ain’t nuttin like a funeral that’s gonna be yours
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| Double-R, and I ain’t here to start trouble God
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| But if they wasn’t your niggaz I woulda BEEN hit em hard
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| Niggaz look like they phony (what) sound like they phony (huh?)
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| Run around actin like motherfucker’s homies
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| We all make mistakes, that’s part of the breaks
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| But you can still call the apes, we bringin the duct tape
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| and the broomstick -- them bitch-ass niggaz is gettin raped
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| Know how we ride, whoever on they side can die
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| And we ain’t tryin to be blind, fuck eye for eye
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| Cause we only takin yours, you know the doggs you motherfucker
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| There was always somethin there, but I just couldn’t touch it (uh-huh)
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| Wasn’t somethin that would hurt me, so a nigga said, «Fuck it!» |
| (uhh)
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| I let it slide, laughed and joked let it ride (true)
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| Now that you done killed it, I |