| Woke up early Sunday mornin'
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| And before I could get outta bed
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| I got blood stains all on my t-shirt
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| Last night my homie caught a slug in his head
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| It was a Saturday night and everything was all right
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| Until some fool tried to disrespect
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| My homie whipped out the heater, the 9 millimeter
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| And col’put his ass in check, well
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| Them suckas rolled off and we thought it was over
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| But little did we know we was wrong
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| Them came racin''round the corner, barrel’s stickin’out the window
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| The bullets flyin’cold blew out his dome
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| My homie got shot
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| My homie got shot, he’s a goner black
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| He’s a goner
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| My homie got shot, he’s a goner black
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| My homie got shot
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| My homie fell to the ground and I knew he was dead
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| By the painful look in his face
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| Bloodstains on my shirt, God damn my nigga hurt
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| 'Cause his brains was all over the place
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| Well, I’m thinkin''bout gettin’back, time for the payback
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| I know where these niggaz be When they shot my fuckin’homie, they left me by my lonely
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| And col’took a peace a me Well, I got ta creep up on 'em, 'bout to put one in 'em
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| But before I could do all that
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| A nigga caught my ass slippin’at point blank range
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| .45 put 'em in my back
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| My homie got shot |