| Why the fuck you wanna murrr-dah me?
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| Your punk ass never heard of me
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| I never did nuttin' to your family
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| Still you wanna kill a young nigga randomly
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| You wanna take the life God handed to me
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| Send it back to him cause you ain’t a fan of me
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| Scary bitch with a gun that ain’t a man to me
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| That’s a animal, a fuckin cannibal
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| I’m Geronimo and Hannibal with international
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| Gangster pull, I’m a bull in Barcelona
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| With a Corona, youse a fake-ass nigga
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| Where’s your owner? |
| I’m a real live man
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| You a persona, now I’m a goner
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| Call my momma, and the coroner
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| Mr. Gun Man, your plan is workin'
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| 'Cause niggas is dyin' and mommas is hurtin'
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| Why you wanna murder me?
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| You never ever heard of me
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| You don’t know who I am
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| I could be part of your family tree
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| Now sent by G O D
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| To save the world, you and me
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| You never know who you facin
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| Who you chasin' the life you wastin'
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| I was made by the one and only G O D
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| To take my life to the T O P
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| Now here comes a motherfuckin' D O G
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| Who ain’t happy till a nigga is R.I.P
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| Tryin' to be somethin' he saw on BET
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| Either T.I.P., or B.I.G
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| I don’t give a fuck what you saw on TV
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| But a one-eight-seven, don’t make an O. G
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| I’m an O.G. |
| never had to fake it
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| God gave me this, how you gon' take it?
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| What’chu gon' tell 'em, when you get to heaven
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| And he asks you why did you send back his present?
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| Who the fuck are you? |
| You motherfuckin' peasant
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| Even got the nerve to ask the man for a blessing
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| Send his ass to Hades with his big Mercedes
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| Nigga hell on earth is bein' stuck in the 80's
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| Before you shoot me man think about it
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| Let’s go have a drink about it
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| Before you make a stink about it
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| Man, let’s talk about it, maybe we can walk up out it
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| But just don’t be a coward
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| And take my life 'cause you got the power
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| Of the white man’s gunpowder
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| 'Cause you might face a gun tower
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| And time never run out
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| They take the fun out till your life run out
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| So don’t pull the gun out
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| If you ever want a house just like Run’s house
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| It’s better than the big house
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| Let’s go find some women we can dig out
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| Find a place we can pig out
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| Party all night till the owner say get out
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| Dedicated to all the niggas
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| That’s dead and don’t know why
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| Who wanna look at the nigga who shot 'em
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| And ask these questions
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| Why me homey, why me? |