| Now who’s next for platinum spotlight?
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| You know who it is
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| Maxx and Gonz takin over the mic
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| flippin the script
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| reversin Town styles of my life
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| live in the ghetto
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| but still livin the life that is trife
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| so fuck a knife
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| I’m using the gat on Mobb imposters
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| layin 'em down wit choppers
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| they never could stop us
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| breakin 'em off they drop us
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| for tryin to knock us
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| hustlin ass backwards
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| dishin out my products
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| under the Oakland initiation
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| the death penalty is what you facin
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| life sentance, incarceration
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| for fuckin wit Mobb affiliation
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| nigga the Paraphanil
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| contraband infiltration
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| anatomy of my alliance
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| you won’t defiy it
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| so watch you get broke down when niggas cause riots
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| hold them hostage make the snitch keep quiet
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| talkin bout, you don’t know shit
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| I don’t buy it
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| you fuckin wit real niggas that’s all about the cheddar
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| carry Barrettas
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| under my sweater
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| I’m tryin to make a mill ticket to make my life better
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| and if I gotta go down like Scarface, then whatever.
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| You’ll never get next to me
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| so you can’t see what I see
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| I can’t trust nobody, while I’m out here on these streets.
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| Why I’m like this?
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| Look at the world in the face and spit
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| What the fuck provoked me to write this?
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| Lookin at my gun thinkin «this it»
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| cuz this bitch done took my son, thinkin he an object
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| she trip
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| because I’m lonely
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| wit a new fifth
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| mad at everybody drunk
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| tryin to stack a grip
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| Fuck y’all!
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| Sayin y’all friends
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| deniyin my collect-calls
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| when a nigga behind in walls
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| that’s why I’m like this
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| see I was raised wit a twist
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| my mama sold dope and my daddy was a pimp
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| that’s my script
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| sold my first brick in 10th wit Chris
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| juss tryin to get some paper off the strip
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| that enabled my hustle
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| everyday on mind
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| lost in life wit big shit define
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| Why?
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| niggas flaggin me down
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| I never don’t stop
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| all they want is questions and ask stupid stuff.
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| Here’s to the lasting song
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| wit death the day after
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| when I’m drunk
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| it helps makes the time fly faster
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| the world passin me by
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| fuck it, I’m high
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| say «I won"for the hell of it
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| watchin the other side
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| Why should I?
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| Think like the others
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| I’m like murder
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| only say I’m trippin hella pistols hella come out
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| realistically
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| never got caught
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| but statistically
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| you 'posed to knock on wood
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| cuz eventually it’s tough
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| tuckin the sheets in my bunk
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| gettin ready for lock up
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| caged up
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| niggas givin a fuck
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| this for the total mayne
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| niggas rollin the Daytona’s way
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| I got «Thug Serenade»
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| for niggs to prominate
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| an get paid
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| I’m watchin ya’ll, change your ways
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| cuz you on some other shit
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| takin shit these days.
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| Hey! |