| Yeah
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| Free Juelz Santana
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| Look (Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)
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| What you doing with that strap, lil' boy?
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| Don’t be moving like that, lil' boy
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| Stay up out the trap, you you don’t know what you doing with them packs,
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| lil' boy
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| It’s some niggas really like that and they might make you adapt, lil' boy (Uh)
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| Listen, let me gather your attention real fast
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| Take in all the details, this gon' go real fast
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| This a tale about a kid, they call him Lil Ride
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| A lot of real niggas wanna kill him real bad
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| Petty little bastard
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| Known to get in big shit about some little cash
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| If winning was a race in life, he bound to come in last
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| He cut you down bad, do what he ask and don’t get blasted 'cause he’ll kill you
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| real fast
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| Living life in the fast lane, whole dash
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| Hit a lot of licks, ain’t never made no stash
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| The last come first, they say the first come last
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| Okay, let me make you feel him real fast
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| Grew up, they was robbing, they was killing real bad
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| Nigga mom’s cracked out, whole apartment trapped out
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| Smoker, spent, all down and out, he ain’t never felt no love
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| Sisters, brothers slammed him out, slapped him all around the house
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| Went outside frowning out, crying rivers, drowning out
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| Shoes bent, clothes big, classrooms clowned him out
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| Ignored him, they sound him out
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| Watched they moves, he played the cut, he stayed round about
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| All he knew was the few blocks whatever went down in the hood, he seen the shit
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| Never had his hand out 'cause he watched niggas leech for shit
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| He rather take, he don’t mind dressing in black to creep for it
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| Watched them all and it wasn’t long before he learned their weakness
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| First time robbing, they went left 'cause he was starvin'
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| Poor man ain’t moved right, he threw a bullet in his noggin
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| Young and paranoid as fuck, feeling like he out of luck
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| Then threw the gun, he on the run now for five hundred bucks
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| This nigga barely got some cash thinkin' bout his past
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| Breathing real fast, through the night is he gon' last?
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| Clutchin' on it while he get high 'cause he know he in some shit
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| Want to disappear and only way he know is hit a lick
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| Only rich nigga around is his big cousin, trying to find a route
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| Cuz probably stashed a whole brick or two at Nana house
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| The slowest week he move a half a brick a day
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| Plan was get to Nana’s quick enough to grab the work and get away
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| Nana’s senile and she ain’t seen him in a while
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| Noticed who he was 'cause he was reeking of the loud
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| Cuz don’t even smoke, nigga, cuz never been broken
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| Cuzzo been playing with thousands but ain’t never been no joke and niggas know
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| that
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| If you got a bond with family, why would you blow that?
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| Ride snuck his ass straight to the basement where that dope was at
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| Gave Nana the longest hug and kisses, said I’m coming back
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| He ain’t ever coming back
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| Cuz see his bricks snatched, had them bitches gift wrapped
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| Ain’t no guess who did that, now he ready to kill Ride
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| Cuz parked right outside with his MAC
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| Tears, blood in his eyes
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| Lil' nigga got no ties, he ain’t linked with no guys
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| Cuz sliding and he on that 'til he get some answers
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| Streets ain’t got no love, nigga’ll kill his own blood
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| Murder his ass in cold blood like that ain’t his whole cousin
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| He don’t give a fuck 'bout repercussions, he forever thuggin'
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| Mika sluggin', sluttin' thugs, but she fuckin' Ride now
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| Text her, said he finna' slide, thinking shit done died down
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| Ready for a homicide, that bitch up on his side now
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| And he’ll kill his bitch before he let a nigga fire him down
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| Hood know she fuckin', Ride love her like a sucker, though
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| Put a selfie on her page, tryna blow his other hoes
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| Uh-oh, he ain’t let her know
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| Should’ve let her know that he was wanted
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| Picture been up thirty minutes, cuz on it
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| See straight through her hallway, cuz going all the way
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| Said fuck his guilty conscience, he gon' do this broad-day
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| All his younger life been having hard days
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| Put the car in park, gon' put a spark in cuz heart so they could part ways
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| Thinking 'bout the days when they used to play, damn
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| Probably could’ve put him on some smart plays
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| Then he think of hustlin' how he got this shit the smart way
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| That’s why he can’t spare 'em, there he go, he about to walk his way
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| Ayy, ayy, cuz
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| Ayy, check it out, come here
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| Buck (Buck), buck (Buck), buck (Buck, ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba) |