| Please… shit
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| You know I know right? |
| You know I know
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| I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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| Oh Lord, why did I have to live so many lies
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| Forced to live my life inside my own mind
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| My eyes don’t cry no more so pray for
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| Charged with my own conviction I paid for
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| Can’t take livin' a day more or even say more
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| Wicked shit got bitches posin' like they Drew Berymore
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| Earth spinnin', niggas sinnin', the devil’s steadily grinnin'
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| Too much drama in this world and it ain’t even in it
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| It’s the beginnin', I know you’d like to know if ya winnin'
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| But it’s all Reel Life and there ain’t no pretendin'
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| Situations you’ve been in got the world Earl Flynn’in
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| You got the world Earl Flynn’in
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| And I know
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| I know that you don’t like me
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| And wanna see me inside a C-A-S-K-E-T
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| They say the only way to be a real MC
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| Is to getcha head blew off and be D-E-A-D
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| I know
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| Aviation 30,000 feet up in the clouds
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| 'Fallen Angel' from the Heavens, see they never allowed
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| So I vow to kick it, Reel shit is wicket
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| Notice the way I flow this when the venom’s inflicted
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| Bashin' for the blastin', the underground assassin
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| Bitchass niggas, you know I don’t let they ass in
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| Couple-a people I murder, couple-a people are friend
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| But in the fuckin' end it’s really all about the ends
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| Oh shit, did you see that new fuckin' Benz
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| I like them shits wit' the 20 inch rims
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| I’ve been tellin' these fuckin' niggas all the time on the do-low
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| When you 'Boomin' for years, users wanna kill ya flow
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| I know you hoe
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| Everybody that’s rappin' don’t think these niggas are cappin'
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| 'Cuz when somebody die you already know what’s gon' happen
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| Now everybody wanna run around and be the killas
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| I’m straight off the East Side, ain’t none reala
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| Peala nigga in a millisecond
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| And can’t no record tell you how I’m livin'
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| The Unforgiven, suicide driven, underground and risen
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| Screamin' 'Fuck prisons' all prisons, bitches, disses
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| This is just a demonstration of how I control the situation
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| Bullets penetratin', I still roll on a Dayton
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| Wit' the .9 on the lap waitin', waitin', waitin'
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| For ya ass to leap so I can putcha to sleep
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| Shit’s deep in these streets, let the pistol grip sweep
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| Like a broom, but the boom will send you to ya doom
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| 360 degrees back outcha mom’s womb
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| I know
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| I know… |