| 1 — For only you nigga, I would cherish all of these times
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| For only you, I’d live a fuckin' world of crime
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| For only you, give me feelings that I can’t understand
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| For only you, be the one to help me murda yo' man
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| I love you nigga, listen to me, tell me what you need
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| I got yo' back & front, baby, do what you please
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| But you hurt me, boy, you just drivin' me crazy
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| Thinkin' of the day we met in yo' 600 Mercedes
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| Havin' suicidal thoughts
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| Oops, I love you too much
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| You just don’t know what you be doin' when I’m feelin' yo' touch
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| Get to schemin, play a role, like I’m in a soap opera
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| Findin' bitches number in yo' wallet, and how I’mma stop it
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| (What should I do?) Go bother the niggas that is down wit yo' crew
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| ]From me to you, this Gangsta Boo, and I’m just tellin' the truth
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| You hurt me bad, feelin' strange, wit revenge on my mind
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| Call my baby from the 8 and say «it's been a long time»
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| How are ya doin'? |
| (Doin' great)
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| I got problems on mind
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| This nigga told me that he love me, but I guess he’s a liar
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| Somebody, bye bitch nigga, I’mma get yo' ass back
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| You played up on a real bitch, now it’s time fo' yo' nap
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| This is givin' me asistance in committin' adultery in the late night
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| Makin' love 'til ya had me where I couldn’t concentrate right
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| Hypnotizin' my thought process wit love,? |
| & venom
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| Prepared to kill for you, I fold, make sure pistol that pin 'em
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| Though you be wit it, this affair is too good to be true
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| It must be blessed
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| Besides, yo' man is too posessive & over-protective
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| You want him deceased, I’ll be da trigga man on the piece
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| After it’s over, you & I can have an intimate feast
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| Let me know the time & location plus how to do it
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| You told me 12 at yo' house, sliced & least dilluted
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| So I’m creepin' to the doorstep of your 30 million mansion
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| It’s time fo' havoc, ???, he’ll be evicted on the fuckin' minute
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| You been takin' shovin' & orders
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| He bust & you’re a torch
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| Sliced him to death, threw his carcus over the river water
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| Now it’s Paco & Miss Lady, modern day Clyde & Bonnie
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| Livin' off your husbands real money, for greediness ???
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| I tried to be good, I didn’t want to set him up for this
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| But mama sold jewelry, what you sold you bitch
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| I’m cookin', makin' him feel good after it’s all planned
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| I’m havin' second thoughts but now I got me a new man
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| (His last meal)
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| Like his ass locked up hell tight
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| I sexed him down once he ate his food, this was like right
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| After the clock struck 9, 12 on midnight, he finished
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| Cuz my baby Paco wanna blow his brains on the ceiling
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| Hope his folks don’t be mad
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| Fuck it! |
| I just might flee
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| Because he left a lot of money in the S-A-F-E
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| Too good to be true
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| Gangsta Boo love somebody
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| But you nobody until yo' ass kill somebody
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| I’m thinkin' quick, my hands are wet, maybe it’s from my sweat
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| 11:45 is here, I guess the stash it 'tected
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| So blood baths can begin cuz I’m in it to win
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| Not to be hurt in the end
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| I’m a deadly friend |