| It’s a game of cat-and-mouse in the Bay
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| Everybody know where everybody stay
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| Somebody didn’t make it to the house
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| Somebody got shot in they mouth
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| Gotta keep you a thumper, on the tuck, on the under
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| Can’t be shinin' too flossy, they’ll turn you into a body
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| Can’t be stuntin' too often, they’ll turn your car to a coffin
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| Have you coughin' up blood while you was smokin' your bud
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| And sippin' your barre, or should I say lean
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| Him and his hoe, now it’s a crime scene
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| I’m a master of reality
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| Rap about good times and casualties… UH!
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| From the bottom, and I ain’t ever changed
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| From broke to having my change, mayne
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| Get up and get it, don’t always place blame
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| I’ve been blessed by the game
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| This morning, the Lord tapped on my head
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| Said ‘If it wasn’t for me, you would be dead'
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| Got up out my bed, got on my knees and thanked Him
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| I was hecka scared, it was cloudy and rainy
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| When it come to communication, you gotta be smart
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| Put your pride to the side and have a heart-to-heart
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| With your family and folks, your friends and your foes
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| Life can be short or taller than a stripper pole
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| I’mma get my shit together, bruh, I promise, I betcha
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| I’m slappin' E-40, don’t shoot the messenger
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| Pack a Mac or a 40 just in case they test ya
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| Watch out for the Porky, pigs, they arrest ya
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| Some crooked, corrupted, attitude like ‘fuck it'
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| Some do they job and care about the public
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| I’m a master of reality
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| Rap about good times and casualties… BIATCH!
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| Techniques and tactics, mammoth mathematics
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| Runnin' through paper like it’s a laxative
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| Since I toddler valued a dollar, ya hear me?
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| I’m the same the dude, I ain’t an impostor, ya feel me?
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| When you get on your feet, don’t forget your peeps
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| ‘Cause they the ones that hold a nigga down in the streets
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| When it’s all said and done my testimony ain’t gon' be phony
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| Sometimes I lose count on how many people owe me money
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| Forget about it, hustla, just love ‘em and keep it pushin'
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| Never know when you gon' need a brother, we hoodlum
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| Boss, not a sucker, I love my loved ones, we folks
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| My bloods and my cousins grew up together, so dope |