| I walk around acting strange, like a man in a daze
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| (Get the mic on, I don’t know what happened, son
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| (I just lost my mind, son)
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| People talking to me and calling my name
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| (Ay, ay, it’s like I wasn’t strong, G, I couldn’t hold it when I seen it)
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| (A nigga flesh on me, I can’t really, I couldn’t hold it, G)
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| No, I don’t hear a word they say
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| (I don’t know, I’mma, listen, no I went like this, nigga)
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| It was him, the corner store and a buttered roll
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| The shit dropped when I gave him two stomach holes
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| One to the face, he fell sideways
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| I was up close, so part of his nose was stuck to my padres
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| Standin' over him shakin', kid, screamin'
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| He slapped my girl, that’s the reason why I was f’in to lean 'im
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| Everything got real slow, I ain’t hear shit, my word
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| At least forty seconds, I stay dead stiff
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| I pound him with the gun out, Big Din came, opened my hand
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| Removed the gun and the sixteen spun out
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| He floored past ninety on the BQE
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| I threw up all on his door, splashed his Gucci seats
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| I couldn’t speak, I’m in a state of shock
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| About now there should be yellow tape on the block, a raid at my spot
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| Hey, yo, I feel a li’l bugged out, insane, I lost my mind
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| People tellin' me, Ghost, you actin' mad strange
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| I walk around acting strange
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| (See what I’m sayin'? I don’t know, I just don’t feel right, G, no)
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| (Havin' flashbacks)
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| Like a man in a daze
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| (Bugged out, man, knah mean?)
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| (Nah, I don’t wanna go, I don’t want the clinic, man)
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| People talking to me and calling my name
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| (I don’t want the hospital, son)
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| (You know, I just feel like I’m lost, reality, man)
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| No, I don’t hear a word they say
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| (Y'knahmean? My face feels numb, son, I don’t know)
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| Flashbacks to me blowin' his brains out
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| All I remember my shirt, I couldn’t get them goddamned stains out
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| Oxy cleans wheat 'round the chest area
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| Right hand side, I’m pluckin' off li’l pieces of meat
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| And my goons want me to bounce to Tennessee
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| But I said no, I got these two snow-bunnies in Venice Beach
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| On the low, son, I sleep with the hawk, in East New York
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| 'Round my man Killa' way where all the murderers walk
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| Manhunt, police searches, S.W.A.T ran in my crib
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| Battering rams, early mornin', yo, waking my kids
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| Now my aunt gotta stay wit' my wiz
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| She paranoid, havin' anxiety attacks 'cause of these pigs
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| Plus my connect, they goin' crazy, they try’na slay me
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| I told 'em, Friday I’ll have they money, faggots try’na play me
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| I’ll never eat up out a garbage can
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| I’ll Larry Davis a cop, and if I make it alive, it was the Father’s plan
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| I ain’t goin' nowhere, I ain’t goin' nowwhere, I’m aight, I’m aight
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| (I walk around acting strange)
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| But I know one thing, if anybody touch me, I’m blowin' they head smooth off
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| (Like a man in a daze)
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| Cops, connects, I don’t give a fuck
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| (People talking to me)
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| You know I’m a eagle, feel the eagle
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| (And calling my name)
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| You don’t feel like that, you gon' feel like bulldog
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| Y’knahmean? |
| I don’t give a fuck
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| (Hear no word they say)
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| Don’t put me in no mental clinics, it ain’t nothin', y’knahmean?
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| If I make it out alive, I make it out alive, if not, fuck it
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| (I walk around acting strange)
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| Ay ay, yo, I can’t take this shit no more, it’s too hype
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| (Like a man in a daze)
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| Nigga thinkin' I’m buggin' out, I ain’t buggin', I ain’t buggin'
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| Y’all niggaz’d be buggin' out too if you had somebody’s flesh on you
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| (People talking to me and calling my name)
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| Motherfuckers, fuck ya’ll niggaz, I ain’t goin' crazy
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| Sleepin' on couches and shit
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| (No, I don’t hear a word they say)
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| I’m goin' back outside, fuck ya’ll niggaz, man
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| I know my mother, she’s worried about me
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| 'Cause they might have to put me away any time
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| But when my baby packed up her clothes and left me
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| She sure, oh, I believe, I believe, she took my mind
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| Oh, she took my mind |