| Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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| Some niggas’ll rob, and some niggas’ll pitch
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| Some niggas ain’t got shit, some niggas rich
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| Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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| Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off
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| Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost
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| Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft
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| Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off
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| And quick to speed off on the Jake
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| Quick to back, any nigga gettin' money, come up off of the safe
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| Fuck the city, I’m extortin' the state
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| I’m like O. from The Wire, walk with a sawed-off and a .8
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| And I was taught, never talk with a snake
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| When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and wake
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| Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake
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| If you can’t get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate
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| Don’t fuck with niggas, if they soft or they fake
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| Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate
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| Fuck with me, and I’ma alter ya fate
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| Send some wolves after ya girl that specialize in torture and rape
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| We in the game most dudes ain’t built for
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| Cain talk the type of shit niggas get killed for
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| Whatever it’s gon' be, let it be, I ain’t wastin' a slug
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| And time is money, and when it come to mine, take it in blood, nigga
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| Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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| Some niggas rob, and some niggas’ll pitch
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| Some niggas ain’t got nothin', some niggas rich
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| Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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| These niggas act like, I ain’t sling the clip at the last lame
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| That ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!)
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| Like I ain’t bring the shipments, and pass 'caine
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| And sticky that’ll leave ya finger tips with the grass stains (Nigga!)
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| Like I don’t swing and zip through the fast lane
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| Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!)
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| Like I ain’t sling on stips, 'til my past fame
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| And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!)
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| Like I ain’t fling and dip, when the task came
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| I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change
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| The singles chipped and my ass changed
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| But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dames
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| I’m why you stay in touch with ya writer
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| Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin' it tighter
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| I ain’t much of a fighter
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| But I know, everything about rollin' up, like a Dutch and a Spyder
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| My dope is much more than whiter
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| One hit’ll have the fiends yellin' out, they need crutches and lighters
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| The Fed’s can’t touch or indict us, and the hoes can’t even get numbers
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| They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga
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| Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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| Some niggas rob, and some niggas’ll pitch
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| Some niggas ain’t got shit, some niggas rich
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| Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch
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| Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life
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| The kidnap life, the kid’s the wise, I did that twice!
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| You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes
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| Still I’m that nigga that you get at why
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| They forget that they knew me, remember me thug
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| I’m from that same block, rips snorkel on ja dip in a Lucy
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| 'Member they back you down, when knives was out
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| .45 was out, scully ya eyes come out
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| But now cuz you hear nigga all in his place
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| That when you see him in the streets, you gettin' all in his face
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| More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef
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| Knowin' I’m slower to do so, 'cause I got much more at stake
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| HUH… that’s why I’m ignorin' ya page
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| I can’t respect you no more, you’s a fraud and a snake
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| But you noticed that’s the hate that I love
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| You see me eatin' off rap, that same feat you think you capable of
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| Don’t get me wrong, I would like to dead it
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| But you actin' like, I ain’t blow my show money on a rifle fetish
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| And my pop’s voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed’s
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| This is the wrong time to fuck with my head
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| I’m tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies
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| So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that’ll maybe even things out
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| But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be
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| Chrome for sheezy, please, don’t believe me
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| Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch
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| Some niggas rob, and some niggas’ll pitch
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| Some niggas ain’t got nothin', some niggas rich
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| Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch |