| Well where I snake, it’s like base head
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| Brothers clock dollars, 24 sev'
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| Some get caught, and some don’t
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| Some’ll make big money, some won’t
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| Some bite the bullet the hard way
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| Brothers play the game of death and don’t know how to play
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| Money in ya pocket, can’t fold, cuz ya square
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| Every day to day, is a black man’s dare
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| Money, fiends and jeasously is a big part of life
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| You thought you was the man til they stabbed you wit a knife
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| They took ya whole sack, got stabbed for a piece of crack
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| Brothers don’t know how to act, watch cha back
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| They gonna get you, you better watch cha back
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| Grow up in the ghetto actin savage
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| Vagina, smoke dope, murderous average
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| Hide ya coat in the city of dope
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| Young daughter hangin from tree by a rope
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| You send them pound to pound, earnin nuthin but a name
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| In this pushy got thing, but it tell ya, all the same
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| Flashin cash, think that you’re on top
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| But you fell to the bottom when the gun went pop
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| A bloody and nut, always had none, that’s a fact
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| People don’t know how to act, watch cha back
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| Walkin down the street about twelve at night
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| Tryin to sell rocks, but ain’t a base head in sight
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| One pops up from out of nowhere
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| And then an other, and an other, and an other
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| Shoulda watch cha back like a soldier
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| I told ya, they gonna get ya, brother |