| I’m in some deep shit, I got some niggas from another click
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| On that ass trying to run me off a fuckin cliff
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| What should I do? |
| Where should go?
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| How could I fake 'em?
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| Bust a bitch on that ass and try and shake em and bake em
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| Full speed ahead, I know they want my ass dead
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| Still on my bumper, makes a motherfucker wonder
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| All the dirt that I did, should just let them get me
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| Maybe its because I killed Rodney and his whole family
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| Revenge, I see my life flashing, niggas blasting
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| Brothas passing, trying to make me stay crashing
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| Into the rocks beside me, fucking up the traffic
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| 17th in a Malibu Chevy classic
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| But I’m nothing humble, just call me Yapeez Pasano
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| Full tank of petro, mobbin through the fucking tunnel
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| Shit it’s bright, I think I see some daylight
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| Over the night, you should have seen a brothas sides right
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| Fit the corners on two shoes, I’m holly G
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| Wrapping my shit around a fifty foot oak tree
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| Got out the car, seeing stars, I wasn’t lagging
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| Ran out and hid behind a beat up station wagon
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| You’ve never seen a bitch nigga run so fast
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| Bouncing, sneaking, and peaking, hitting bushes and shit
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| Never saw, like you did in that movie clip
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| Steady busting, these motherfuckers ain’t bluffing
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| I’m hauling ass and renting bullets, constantly cussing
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| Scared as fuck, I wasn’t trying to act hard
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| Thumbs up, and ran in a back yard
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| Just as I was hoping the sliding door was wide open
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| Out of breath, I locked the door and started talking
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| I need some help, I gotta bounce, someone’s after me
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| Please don’t panic, I need your help drasticly
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| I’m not a G, a killer, or a rapist
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| I’m just a ordinary black man trying to make this
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| Busting my bubble, the couple didn’t even freak
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| They said relax, I’ll make some coffee, have a seat
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| The man said, whats your name bro
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| Shit I don’t know, you might decide to call the po-po
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| He said that ain’t my thang, I used to be a leader of a gang
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| Shot twice in my chest
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| I got wounds, where I’ve been stabbed
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| He took off his shirt and showed my his scab
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| I said damn partner, how the fuck you survive some shit like that
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| Like that there without going into a coma
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| He said the Lord spared my life
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| So I could talk to people like you and teach them right
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| I was a dope pusher, big time drug abuser
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| Alcoholic, dog blumer, but a shooter
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| All together working from the floor
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| I said I better twist so I can call her
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| Now I’m reached from coast to coast
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| Said to saved from the holy ghost
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| I know you think your trapping
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| But let me pray for you junior and see what happens |