| «Walk with meeeee…»
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| Ay if you hear me out there
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| «Walk with meeeee…»
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| I get down on my knees every night and say
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| «Walk with meeeee…»
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| Hahahaha, yeah
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| «Walk with meeeee…»
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| I’m goin to war, I’m goin to WAR!
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| You never know when death’s comin, all you hear is gunshots
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| Lil’kids get to runnin, old ladies get off the block
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| When the poppin the truck music comes to a stop
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| Niggaz get on the floor with they front doors locked
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| Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street
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| People act like they don’t know who did it, but they notice me Every day’s a death threat, but I ain’t dead yet
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| So I go put a hole in a nigga from the next set
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| Don’t know where I slept at, just know where my tec at It’s the first of the month, my bitch ain’t got her check yet
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| Juvie left me in California, I don’t respect that
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| I love him too much to beef, so I’ma accept that
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| But I’ma just step back, and focus on Buck
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| Tired of ridin in yours, I’m bout to buy my own truck
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| Got to try my own luck, «Get Rich or Die Tryin'»
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| It’s G-Unit 'til I’m gone, Lord knows I ain’t lyin niggaz
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| First there was two sets of footprints in the sand
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| Then there was one set of footprints in the sand
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| When times get hard and shit hits the fan
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| God don’t walk with me, he carry me man
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| You don’t know what I been through to get what I done got
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| If you looked through a scope, you couldn’t hit what I done shot
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| Couldn’t flip what I done copped, couldn’t tip what I done topped
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| I murder you all-talk like a clip without a glock
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| When you holla G-Unit on some other shit
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| You need to do the research, and see who you fuckin wit
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| I smoke all your weed up, go run up your Beeza
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| Your baby momma want me, I don’t want that skeeza
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| She’s scratched my Beema, but I ain’t seen-her
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| When I catch the bitch, I’ma gangsta lean-her — WHOA
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| We be playin in them videos, with them pretty hoes
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| Cash bucks and the key bitches and New York City hoes
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| They learned it from Lil’Kim to let they titties show
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| I’m the King of the South, this is how it really goes
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| Lord knows, I keep all my jewels froze
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| As long as the check come, then FUCK the award shows
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| You know me nigga
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| Half of these kids never read the Bibles
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| But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do The reason they fucked up, they all been lied to I know what it feels like when a nigga misguide you
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| My momma stay in the projects and I been havin money
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| I went bought her a house, but she told me she ain’t want it
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| (What?) Right then I understood that the hood’s in my blood
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| So I hollered CASH REAL, lettin 'em know where I’m from
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| Niggaz know I got a gun when I come to the club
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| And if it go down, you better tell your people to duck
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| Why should I slow down, I just got started targettin artists
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| Wait 'til the bullets start hoppin out the cartridge
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| I come to get it poppin, pray to God the news watchin
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| So when they see 'em snitch niggaz’ll know who got 'em
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| We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
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| And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga
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| I know you prayin I get killed nigga
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| He who fears death is in denial
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| 50 told you niggaz, Young Buck showed you niggaz
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| Banks! | 
| FREE YAYO!
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| And tell the bitch ass niggaz put they vest on
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| I’M HERE NOW! |