| Im gonna fix this shit in 96
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| Facemob in the motherfuckin house, the g b For the 1990−3-3, you know what Im sayin
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| Gun shots ring out, niggas duckin, what the fuck? |
| !
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| Seen this nigga bite the bullet, it, daym, fucked him up Put him outside his innerself
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| Took his lifeline from him
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| Never got the chance to see who done it Just niggas runnin, breakin to they shit
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| Befoe the gun, put they ass up in the mix
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| And all I seen was him, laid out chokin
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| Eyes to the back of his head, wide open
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| And Im hopin that they dont find the killer
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| Because this nigga, crossed a whole bunch of killers
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| But still a bunch of motherfuckas stand dazed
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| As they gaze at the corpse
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| Before they drop him in the grave
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| Thats all he spoke, lights out at your part
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| Thats all she wrote
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| Everybody got a time and a place they die
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| But if your out there crowdin up your space, it fly, i Hold it down, gang type mobbin
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| 4 5 packin knuckleheads mackin jackers that want to try
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| If life was a game, that money could buy
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| The rich niggas would live
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| And the po niggas would die
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| Way down in the south, deep, on the creep
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| There was a monkey tryin to step on big ol (? ?) feet
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| Nigga peep the monkey was the runner and the runner did the dirt
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| Came up short on my skrilla and got his ass hurt
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| What it look like?
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| On the south side ti be hoppin
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| Respect grew wit the .45 if ya poppin
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| I got him on the camera, fuckin thief wanna check mail?
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| Shot him now another bitch is waitin just to exhale
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| But oh well, its murder, tell me have you heard her?
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| 4 5 knucklehead from the mob ready to serve yall
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| Meanwhile, ima tell yall all just what I hate
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| A fool that want to pop lip
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| To turn and shake and gyrate, as i Up in the set you see me robbin
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| Sippin on the hennessey
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| Look up in the cut, damn here comes my enemy
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| Eyes met, and you best bet, she got a bitches deep
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| Slowly, they movin closer so I taps my peeps
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| Im bout to take this hoe down like a frisco
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| But never let go, up in this game thats how the best rolls
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| I test those who aint never seen me jump
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| Light they ass up like funk cause I aint scared of you punk
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| Motherfuckas that think, Ill pull this trigga and blink
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| Leave they ass to stank, then I down a whole drank
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| Understand, Im out the do tag they toe and leave em rottin
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| Cause up in this game (?? ?? ?) aim and you forgotten
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| Im moppin on these hoes like they waxed floors
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| And I catch those tryin to escape
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| Where they goin? |
| up out the back door
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| And Im at your head, wit a .38
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| Ready to murder, straight through your chest
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| Wit no time to waste, i Look at him, bleedin from the mob
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| There goes another nigga, gone
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| Blood all over the rug, shoulda stayed his ass at home
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| Niggas cant get along, specially at the clubs
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| Tryin to fuck these same bitches
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| Strange niggas, tryin to check nuts
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| I just look as I drink my drink and I (?? ?? ?)
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| All of a sudden (?? ? ?)
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| Goddamn there they go wit all that shit
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| Shankin and shootin and squabblin
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| But you know Im holdin it down
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| Gang type mobbin
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| Im havin bad luck willie
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| Feelin like I lost my dog
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| Lookin sick cause my motherfuckin scratch is gone
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| Aint no tommorrow, I gots ta get some more today
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| Spray, all thats in my way if he dont mob this way
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| Im sick of windowshoppin, eavesdroppin and
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| Hearin that you holdin what we did
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| Up to yourself and tryin to fuck me on my end
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| Come again come come niggas get toasted
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| Oven roasted, evenly burnt I pour the syrup
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| And leave em turned up Is this that motherfuckin p a y Back city and its shitty but for show they timed it You get what you got surely comin, the latex pipe
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| You see it and start runnin but cant run all night
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| Sooner or later you turn up to the sure shot shit
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| Ass naked for that motherfuckin shit you did
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| [its a dog nation and a dog time, everything must rewind, recognize
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| What you (?? ? ?)]
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| And im The rich niggas will live
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| The poor niggas will die
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| So I guess we gotta make all the poor niggas rich
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| Is that how it goes? |