| Yeah, yeah! |
| YEAH!
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| We ain’t NEVER went nowhere nigga
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| I’m speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
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| Get your paper burn 'em out and I can pop 'em
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| I’m speakin from the rock bottom, got a problem I can solve 'em
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| Get your paper burn 'em out and I can drop 'em
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| I said son of (?) drugged up with Kevin
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| Visit yours my mother protected my Smith 'n Wesson
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| We all done struggled the same up in the crescent
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| Muscled our way for now to be present
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| Long ways to replace that, try and take that
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| We gon’get there, guess where his wake at Life-threatenin, (?)walk over to the Gotham (?)
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| where it don’t cost much, for you to pop one
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| Not one — shot clean after I’m out with the glow
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| Found him in a bag on the road
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| Everything that’s fat is trapped in his nose
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| Gats was arosed, then and again
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| He was, with no sin as if you wanna see us It’s mandatory, no motherfuckin glamour story
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| Strictly owned, got the fame and glory
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| My name’ll hold me down, I witness how it’s goin down
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| I see my will is bread and rosy like a weed growin out
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| — repeat 2X
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| I got niggaz confusin the loser, Fiend mental ball cruiser user
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| These tactics, that make you do more than bend you over backwards
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| Bring slaughter to men, that serves less than a quarter
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| All of us are just in line so we can sail at the border
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| Hot water couldn’t remove, the blood out the grooves in my shoes
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| That’s because then that nigga died on last night news
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| That trigger played with no shell, no clues
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| And the job was more handed to you — that’s where the real money
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| Feedin survivors real hungry
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| Like lines stretchin them similar, to the cord on the bungee
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| My Lord told me, «You gon’take, everything but my soul from me Along with somethin out the four-oh from me»
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| Spit it how I live it, my heart got calm, go take a visit
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| And see that I’m repetitious that kinda survives so I did it It’s all in this speaking, playa is you eatin?
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| If it’s 'bout helpin you, fought a piece, (?)his ball’s reachin (?)
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| — repeat 4X
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| Rock bottom. |
| rock bottom, rock bottom.
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| (Rock bottom, rock bottom. rock bottom, rock bottom)
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| This how we do it. |
| from the rock bottom, you dig?
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| Mississippi David Banner, bringin it home, where it belong. |