| in 1989 i was pushin dimes out the crack houses
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| tryin to get? |
| my mail on?
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| i got my self on?
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| i murdered 2 baseheads coz they tried to tell on the nigga with the 3−5-7 chrome, my mind was gone
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| when i did dirt, i was alone
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| got on got strong
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| i put my homie down, and we was down
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| in the summer time we made it snow all over town
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| 200 Gs made money still coming in gotta connect with the ill columbian
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| no matter who u trust u simply cannot win
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| it’s always fun in the beginning but it’s pain in the end
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| my homie got shot, murdered on 7-mile
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| in broad daylight
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| at night
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| i squeeze the AK tight
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| and fear i might be next in line
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| for the body choke outline
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| its going down…
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| Kill or be killed nigga
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| u ain’t reel nigga
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| feel my steel nigga
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| it seems niggaz wanna test me police out to arrest me coz the streets? |
| wanna? |
| child molest me i emptied out the full clip
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| now police got they hands full of bullshit
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| its drug related
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| so they hate it i figure it was that nigga who i last saw the ???
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| murdered my homie in his cherokee
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| i saw that nigga at the mcdonalds drive through, so i pulled up to his ???
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| and unloaded my dumper
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| he had, his bitch and his baby in the car
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| but i didn’t give a fuck, automatically unloaded, all of they asses got struck
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| 187 on my pistol bullets to throw away
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| cop cars pull into the mcdonalds as i try to get away
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| they say we got the car surrounded, come out with your hands up at this point i didn’t give a fuck
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| it’s going down…
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| murder weapon in my hands, dead bodies i blast
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| havin the whole city’s souls just to dig up the past
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| they wanna negotiate my surrender, no way i ain’t goin out like that
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| i looked at him, and cocked the gat
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| flashbacks of bloody bodies and cemeteries
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| so i did what was nessacary
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| and what was nessacary was…
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| (cops yelling out stuff) |