| I be the nigga with the 357 chrome plated,
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| America’s most player hated and frustrated,
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| Suicide’s still on my mind, I comteplated,
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| Murder more niggas, dead bodies, premeditated.
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| Born and brought up in Detroit street educated,
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| Everything I do in this life is still drug related.
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| Do my dirt by my lonely, so nigga I’m isolated,
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| Many motha fuckas wanna see me incarcerated.
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| Check the condition, stiff body in position,
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| Body bag bloody from my murder composition.
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| Nigga’s on suspendsion, get 'em broke like New Edition.
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| Peep the transmission, from the street politician.
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| Pop, pop, pop, to the dome,
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| I fill my chrome,
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| Chrome still shinin’and I’m grinnin’cuz my mind gone.
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| Murder, murder, murder, is all I scream when I squeeze glocks,
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| Number one way to kill a thug when the slug’s hot,
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| I come from the place where every nigga got a dope case,
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| Scrappin’for five dollas at night,
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| I hear nigga’s holla all in my head,
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| These bloody visions of my city streets,
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| That’s why when I roll keep the gat on the front seat.
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| Niggas’ll murder me if I let 'em cuz they jealous, hoe,
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| Fuck what you heard, I be dope like a half a bird,
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| Schizophantic, manic, the shit is senseless,
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| All I wanna do is see you bleed, cuz I’m relentless.
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| The days of grace have long passed in the aftermath,
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| Wicketest ways, turn your cities into blood baths.
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| Manic depressive, I’m the nigga with the death wish,
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| Snitch on me I’ll put a slug in your esophagus.
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| Don’t fuck around if you can’t stand the consequence,
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| Detroit niggas’ll make your punk ass past tense.
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| All in my head, been suicidial since my date of birth,
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| Nigga’s been plottin’to murder me, but I murder first,
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| I’m yellin’out die!
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die,
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| Die, die, die, die, die, die! |