| Living life like a ground hog
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| Black bandana and it sounds of
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| Sirens and violence
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| 24 7 no days off
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| As a younger he tried to be a pro baller
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| But no scouts never called up
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| Now you catch him on da corner
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| Number one gunner and rising the tall up
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| Worked the life that he wanted
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| Older brothers doing 10 for a gun ting
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| That world don he weren’t on that
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| Black balaclava and gloves for the robbery
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| Dem time there he’s looking food for the family
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| Buss gunshot and drink brandy
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| Living at home with his mumsie
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| There weren’t one day that he had to go hungry
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| It goes on and on
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| Now he said that he worked out
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| The olders are cool but they’re burnt out
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| They haven’t put in work for the last couple years
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| So according to him they don’t dump out
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| But anyway he got shift with a couple boxes
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| Boydem run up in his mumsie
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| Lucky that he never had the 45
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| Dirty Babylon they would have loved it
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| So when the judge slapped him with a sentence
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| Not one ounce of repentance
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| Tried the screw face ting when he was about on the wing
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| But when he got punched up he remember
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| That he wasn’t bout that life on the inside
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| Never ad tha art of a warrior
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| Started promising himself he weren’t guna come back
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| Got surrounded by goon and he felt like a foreigner
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| Anyway them mana touch road
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| Now he’s saying get down or lay down
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| Upgraded himself from mini to a monster
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| Brand new bully in the playground
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| Mumsie can’t take it
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| She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday
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| She beg Jesus for guidance
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| And mercy to show him a better way
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| But anyway my mans Muslim
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| He goes hard with the war onna Friday
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| He said he’s done with the bacon
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| But he still goes ham with the lemon and the highgrade
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| On and on
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| It goes on and on
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| The pressure is rising
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| We keep on surviving
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| There’s no disguising
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| It goes on and on
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| The road that your taking
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| The world that your making
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| It goes on and on
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| Now we got a new chapter
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| Life of a new wave gangsta
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| When my don said he’s picking up boxes
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| Cash in hand
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| He ain’t holla’in a sponsor
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| Now he knows about obia
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| So he’s spending big money on the dark side
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| Try pay for protection
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| Pray for protection
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| Shook
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| He was just hoping he won’t die
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| Cause nobody wants gun shots
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| Never get caught slipping on the wrong side
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| Yo the streets look then the streets chat he heard somebody’s just put money on
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| his headback
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| But he said he don’t even bidniss
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| He said dem man better get a refund
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| He dont leave yard without the big ting
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| He said funeral but it ain’t he’s one
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| Yo mumsie can’t take it
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| She goes hard with the prayers onna Sunday
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| She knows he won’t make it
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| But she begs Jesus to hear what she’s gotta say
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| But anyway my mans dumping
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| People wit shots in their face and headback
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| Mana move scary like Halloween pumpkin
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| Dem man that buss gun dem man that don’t take chat
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| It goes on and on
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| On and on
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| On and on
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| On and on
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| On and on
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| On and on
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| On and on
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| On and on |