| Love, love
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| Love, love, love
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| Don't hurt me
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| Don't hurt me no more
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| Young Money, yeah
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| No more
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| Love
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| Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
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| But it's "Fuck the world," get a child out her
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| Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her
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| Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (No love)
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| I'm rollin' Sweets, I'm smokin' sour
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| Married to the game, but she broke her vows
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| That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
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| And my nightstands are full of open Bibles
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| Uh, I think about more than I forget
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| But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat
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| And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed
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| Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
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| Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam
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| I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes
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| Uh, be good or be good at it
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| Fuckin' right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
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| Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say
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| I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away
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| Man, I'll come down in a couple of days
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| Okay, you want me up in the cage?
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| Then I'll come out in beast mode
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| I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code
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| It's Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and I'm in bleed mode
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| All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole
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| So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down
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| No love lost, no love found
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| It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah)
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| You kicked me when I was down
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| But what you say just don't (Hurt me)
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| That's right, it don't (Hurt me)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Don't wanna see you (No more)
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| Ha, bitch, you get no (Love)
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| You showed me nothing but hate (Haha!)
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| You ran me into the ground
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| But what comes around goes around (Yeah)
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| And I don't need you (Don't hurt me)
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| That's right, you don't (Hurt me)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Don't wanna see you
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| Ha, bitch, you get (No love)
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| No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love)
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| Ha, bitch, you get (No love)
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| No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Get 'em!
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| I'm alive again, more alive than I have been
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| In my whole entire life, I can (Yeah)
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| See these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen
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| Uh, I'm a little bit sicker than most
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| Shit's finna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff
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| But I get a hard dick from this shit and I stick it in
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| I ain't never giving in again (Yeah)
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| Caution to the wind, complete freedom
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| Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em
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| So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em? |
| (Yeah!)
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| They call me a freak, 'cause I like to
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| Spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em (Haha)
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| Man, get these whack cocksuckers off stage!
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| Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? |
| (Oh!)
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| Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute
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| Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm (Yeah!)
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| 'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
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| So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah!)
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| Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
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| And start over from scratch and write new ones
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| But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
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| When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
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| It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump
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| From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow
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| Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah)
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| You can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah)
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| Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted
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| The game, my soul started to rot, fellow (Yeah)
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| When I'm not even in my harshest
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| You can still get roasted, ‘cause Marsh is not mellow
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| 'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop
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| I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (Uh)
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| That means I'm on top of my game
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| And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit)
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| When you're so good that you can't say it
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| ‘Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit)
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| People just get sick ‘cause you spit
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| These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!)
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| And you can never break my stride (Nope)
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| You'll never slow the momentum at any moment
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| I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride
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| Killin' the flow, slow venom
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| And the opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words
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| Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood
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| I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell
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| Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
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| You get no love
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| It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Uh)
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| You kicked me when I was down
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| But what you say just don't (Hurt me)
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| Yeah, that's right, it don't (Hurt me)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Don't wanna see you (No more)
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| Ha, bitch, you get no (Love)
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| You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah!)
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| You ran me into the ground
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| But what comes around goes around
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| And I don't need you (Don't hurt me)
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| That's right, you don't (Hurt me)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Don't wanna see you
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| Ha, bitch, you get (No love)
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| No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love)
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| Ha, bitch, you get (No love)
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| No! |
| (No love) No! |
| (No love)
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| And I don't need you (No more)
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| Ha, bitch, you get (No love) |