| You fuck around and get around from the pound
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| When I’m busting
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| Niggas talk crazy till they feel the repercussions
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| The fifth Skitho catch you in your street clothes
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| Niggas act streets but turn sheep when that heat rose
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| I keep the heat close, leave them underneath flow
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| Go ahead, gamble with your life nigga, heat rows
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| For pete sake, can you haters relay
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| Are you blinded by your envy that you couldn’t see straight nigga
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| Do you need some byvocals are you desperate for a track, are you willing to buy
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| vocals
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| Or they willing to buy locally?
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| Is your music nationwide that you spittin' it bicoastal
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| You should ask yourself, most Ski get a chance, you should blast yourself
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| If I wanted your opinion I would ask your help
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| That’s why every single night I gotta ask myself
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| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool
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| Please, don’t let me use the tool
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| Please, don’t let me get distracted
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| Please, don’t let me make it happen
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| Please, oh god, keep my integrity
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| Please, don’t let me commit a felony
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| Please, forgive thy enemy
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| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy
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| (Ice Cube)
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| Please, don’t fuck with me
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| Every burst in the day Adam fucked with Eve
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| I mean worst than the day that they found them trees
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| With apples all on it, you niggas don’t own it
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| Fuck my opponent, it’s no competition
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| You’re fat off desert, I’m still in the kitchen
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| Suckers get murked with all that ambition
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| You small potatoes, nigga I’m the greatest
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| Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylor’s gang
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| The West Coast damn bitch I’m James Bond
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| Jump off the plane, no parachute on
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| Land on my feet, nigga trick or treat
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| Smell my cologne, shot to the dome
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| If I act like this you would tell me I’m wrong
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| Should I crack you like crack or just sing this song
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| Lord help these niggas understand I’m grown
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| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool
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| Please, don’t let me use the tool
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| Please, don’t let me get distracted
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| Please, don’t let me make it happen
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| Please, oh god, keep my integrity
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| Please, don’t let me commit a felony
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| Please, forgive thy enemy
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| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy
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| And you know I need counseling
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| So many haters now I stopped counting
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| I stopped checking the youtubes and comments
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| The bitch niggas making remarks to start conflicts
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| Conflicted in their life, cause they want a piece of scheme
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| And they wanna step in my light
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| If they try to make a move then they know the weapon is right
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| By my side when I ride I’m taking your breath of life
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| Huh, your spirit is now a kite
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| Every lyric is the wind no bringing you back to life
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| I could kill you with a pen the music is like a strike
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| Or blow but I know you never was that tight
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| And we never was that tight
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| I can sense she was a bitch
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| She’s something just wasn’t right
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| Got me in a place where I went to straight flip
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| So every single night I’m saying the same shit
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| Lord please, don’t let me act a fool
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| Please, don’t let me use the tool
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| Please, don’t let me get distracted
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| Please, don’t let me make it happen
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| Please, oh god, keep my integrity
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| Please, don’t let me commit a felony
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| Please, forgive thy enemy
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| Please, forgive me cause you know I need therapy
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| It’s like the mission ain’t complete
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| Till these niggas do the beat and Mr. Ski throw heat at ‘em
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| He don’t even matter
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| They throwing shots ya
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| But they just ricochet when niggas say does not matter
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| It’s not a dent nor a scratch not a tarnish nor a hole
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| A juggernaut, watch me folk
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| Under pressure while I flourish
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| I encourage niggas often try to off 'em who can stop them, not a soul
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| I show them what the game do, show them what I aim to
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| When in drought no doubt
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| Ski is who they came to
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| Begging me to save you, rain is what I gave you
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| Trying to doubt my cloud nigga when I made you
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| Fifth EA-Ski told ‘em nigga holla |