| Turn me up this bitch up in my mothafuckin’headphones and shit
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| C’mon, well let these niggaz know, (niggaz know)
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| Let it known… muh'afuckas y’all want war wit’the GOD
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| C’mon y’all know better, I put holes in ya leather
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| Reknit your sweater, and I bet the flows wetter
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| Then ocean front property — better come at me properly
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| Niggaz better off poppin’me — but I believe
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| Y’all scared to clap them hammers
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| In the fact I’m unpredictable, gives me the advantage
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| What the fuck, am I’m speaking spanish niggaz
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| What I got ta tell y’all in detail how we murder niggaz
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| Handle ya buisness, Tha Inc. is religious
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| Murder’s the sacrifice, throwing M’s niggaz
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| That means Murda fa’life, and I’ll die for that red and black
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| That house wit’tha chedda stack, wit’smiles in my kids face
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| What could replace this, this lil’nigga here
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| The coming to grips with death, to taste it My airs thick and filled with hatred
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| Surprise of that look in my eyes, but don’t be
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| I’m just following the foots of the Lord, then thank me If I go crazily insane, I’ma blame it on the world
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| Look what I became, 'cause they ain’t give me all the
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| fame and the money mayne, made me an I-con
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| So the world can catch a nigga with his lights on That’s the pros and con, ya never quite free
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| So just gimme a lil’room so I can breathe
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| And my pain goin’be the death of me But to be loved is my destiny, my black people…
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| Yea (yea) — we out (we out) Holla (Holla — Holla — Holla) |