| It’s time to ride out
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| Niggas stash your cash at the hideout
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| The Murderous I-N-C's en route
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| (Y'all hear me) feelin my shit the same
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| (Y'all fear me) in every difinitive way
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| (I'm really) the nigga that you need to get with
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| Cuz y’all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga
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| Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga
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| You know the Rule, thug heart nigga
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| And I don’t need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends
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| There they go niggas is at it again
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| Tryin to befriend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much
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| And really all we got is us
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| But fuck it, it’s the same way they fucked me
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| Now I’m fuckin your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure
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| I’ll have your niggas pourin out liqour
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| All because you fuckin with the Rule nigga
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| Take my life, take my mind
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| Take my heart, take my soul
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| Take my cash, take it all
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| But save me
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| I’m throwing my life away
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| Why, would a nigga with so much talent
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| Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence
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| I know not the answers but I ask the questions
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| Do all Muslims really study their leasons?
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| And how many Christians lie during confessions?
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| I know I did when I was just a kid
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| Never told about the guns my uncle hid
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| Under my bed, and at night I played with them
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| Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon
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| Before my sins, I’m asking you to let me in
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| Lord help me, I been through all the pain
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| Now I wanna know who loves me
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| Changes, changes
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| My mind is going through
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| Changes, changes
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| My body’s going through
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| Changes, changes
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| My life is going through
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| Changes, changes
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| Yo, looky here
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| I just wanna fuck all day, live my life
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| Get high all day, my life
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| Maybe one day, I’ll live right
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| Fuck the world, it’s my life |